 14 For two weeks Kate threw herself into the business of teaching with all her power. She succeeded in so interesting herself and her pupils that she was convinced she had done a wise thing. Marriage did not interfere with her teaching. She felt capable and independent so long as she had her salary. George was working and working diligently to prepare for winter whenever she was present or could see results. With her first month's salary she would buy herself a warm coat, a wool suit, an extra skirt for school, and some waists. If there was enough left she would have another real hat. Then for the remainder of the year she would spend only for the barest necessities and save to help toward a home something like Nancy Ellen's. Whenever she thought of Nancy Ellen and Robert there was a choking sensation in her throat, a dull ache where she had been taught her heart was located. For two weeks everything went as well as Kate hoped. Then Mrs. Holt began to show the results of having been partially bottled up for the first time in her life. She was careful to keep to generalities which she could claim meant nothing if anything she said was taken up by either George or Kate. George was too lazy to quarrel unless he was personally angered. Kate thought best to ignore anything that did not come in the nature of a direct attack. So long as Mrs. Holt could not understand how some folks could see their way to live off other folks or why a girl who had a chance to marry a fortune would make herself a burden to a poor man, Kate made the mistake of ignoring her. Thus emboldened she soon became personal. It seemed as if she spent her spare time in mental force thinking up suggestive sarcastic things to say where Kate could not help hearing them. She paid no attention unless the attack was too mean and premeditated, but to her surprise she found that every ugly malicious word the old woman said lodged in her brain and arose to confront her at the most inopportune times, in the middle of a recitation or when she roused enough to turn over in her bed at night. The more vigorously she threw herself into her schoolwork the more she realized a queer lassitude creeping over her. She kept squaring her shoulders, lifting her chin and brushing imaginary cobwebs from before her face. The final Friday evening of the month she stopped at the post office and carried away with her the bill for her leghorn hat, mailed with nicely conceived estimate as to when her first check would be due. Kate visited the trustee and smiled grimly as she slipped the amount at an envelope and gave it to the hack-driver to carry to Hartley on his trip the following day. She had intended all fall to go with him and select a winter headpiece that would be no discredit to her summer choice, but a sort of numbness was in her bones, so she decided to wait until the coming week before going. She declined George's pressing invitation to go along to Aunt Olly's and help load and bring home a part of his share of their summer crops on the ground that she had some work to prepare for the coming week. Then Kate went to her room feeling faint and heavy. She lay there most of the day becoming sorryer for herself and heavier every passing hour. By morning she was violently ill when she tried to leave her bed dizzy and faint. All day she could not stand. Toward evening she appealed to George either to do something for her himself or to send for the village doctor. He asked her a few questions and then, laughing coarsely, told her that a doctor would do her no good and that it was very probable that she would feel far worse before she felt better. Kate stared at him in dumb wonder. But my school, she cried, my school, I must be able to go to school in the morning. Could that spring water have been infected with typhus? I've never been sick like this before. I should hope not, said George, and then he told her bluntly what caused her trouble. Kate had been white to begin with. And now she slowly turned greenish as she gazed at him with incredulous eyes. Then she sprang to her feet. But I can't be ill, she cried. I can't. There is my school. I've got to teach. Oh, what shall I do? George had a very clear conception of what she could do, but he did not intend to suggest it to her. She could think of it and propose it herself. She could not think of anything at that minute because she fainted and fell half on the bed, half in his arms as he sprang to her. He laid her down and stood a second, smiling triumphantly at her unheating face. Easy snap for you this winter, Georgie, my boy, he muttered. I don't see people falling over each other to get to you for professional services, and it's hard work, anyway. Zonalytics are away above the head of these country ignoramuses. Blue mass and quinine are about their limit. He took his time to bathe Kate's face. Presently she sat up, then fell on the pillow again. Better not try that, one, George. You'll hurt yourself, and you can't make it. You're out of the game. You might as well get used to it. I won't be out of the game, cried Kate. I can't be. What will become of my school? Oh, George, could you possibly teach for me only for a few days until I get my stomach settled? Why, I'd like to help you, he said, but you see how it is with me. I've got my fall work finished up, and I'm getting ready to open my office next week. I'm going to rent that nice front room over the post-office. But George, you must, said Kate. You've taught several terms, you've a license. You can take it until this passes. If you have waited from June to October to open your office, you can wait a few more days. Suppose you open the office and patients don't come, or we haven't the school. What will we live on? What would I buy things with, and pay doctor bills? Why didn't you think of that before you got married? What was your rush, anyway? I can't figure it to save my soul, he said. George, the school can't go, she cried. If what you say is true, and I suspect it is, I must have money to see me through. Then set your wits to work, and fix things up with your father, he said, casually. Kate arose tall and straight, standing unwaveringly, as she looked at him in blazing contempt. So, she said, this is the kind of man you are? I'm not so helpless as you think me. I have a refuge. I know where to find it. You'll teach my school until I'm able to take it myself, if the trustee and patrons will allow you, or I'll sever my relations with you as quickly as I form to them. You have no practice. I have grave doubts if you can get any. This is our only chance for the money we must have this winter. Go ask the trustee to come here until I can make arrangements with him. Then she wavered and rolled on the bed again. George stood, looking at her, between narrowed eyelids. Tactics I use with mother don't go with you, old girl, he said to himself. Thinking of fire and tow, stubborn as an ox, won't be pushed a hair's breadth. Old baits over again, alike as two peas. But I'll break you, damn you, I'll break you. Only I want that school, lots easier than needing somebody's old stiff muscles while the money is sure. Oh, I go after the trustee, all right. He revived Kate, and telling her to keep quiet and not excite herself, he explained that it was a terrible sacrifice to him to put off opening his office any longer. She must forgive him for losing self-control when he thought of it, but for her dear sake he would teach until she was better. Possibly she would be all right in a few days, and then she could take her work again. Because she so devoutly hoped it, Kate made that arrangement with the trustee. Monday she lay, half-starved, yet gagging and ill, while George went to teach her school. As she contemplated that, she grew sicker than she had been before. When she suddenly marshaled all the facts she knew of him, she stoutly refused to think of what Nancy Ellen had said. When she reviewed his character and disposition, and thought of him taking charge of the minds of her pupils, Kate suddenly felt she must not allow that to happen. She must not. Then came another thought, even more personal and terrible, a thought so disconcerting she mercifully lost consciousness again. She sent for the village doctor, and found no consolation from her talk with him. She was out of the school, that was settled. No harpy ever went to its meet with one half the zest Mrs. Holt found in the situation. With Kate so ill she could not stand on her feet half the time, so ill she could not reply, with no spirit left to appeal to George, what more could be asked? Mrs. Holt could add to every grievance she formally had, that of a sick woman in the house for her to wait on. She could even make vile insinuations to Kate, prostrate and helpless, that she would not have dared otherwise. She could prepare food, that with a touch of sugar or salt, where it was not supposed to be, would have sickened a well-person. One day George came in from school and saw a bowl of broth sitting on a chair beside Kate's bed. Can't you drink it? he asked. Do, if you possibly can, he urged. You'll get so weak you'll be helpless. I just can't, said Kate. Things have such a sickening Swedish taste, or they're bitter or sour. Not a thing as it used to be. I simply can't. A curious look crept over George's face. He picked up the bowl and tasted its contents. Instantly his face went black. He started toward the kitchen. Kate heard part of what happened, but she never lifted her head. After a while he came back with more broth and a piece of delicate toast. Try this, he said. I made it myself. Kate ate, ravenously. That's good, she cried. I'll tell you what I'm going to do, he said. I'm going to take you out to Ann Oli's for a week after school tonight. Want to go? Yes. Oh, yes, cried Kate. All right, he said. I know where I can borrow a rig for an hour. Get ready if you're well enough. If you're not, I'll help you after school. That week with Aunt Oli remained a bright spot in Kate's memory. The October days were beginning to be crisp and cool. Food was different. She could sleep. She could eat many things Aunt Oli knew to prepare especially. Soon she could walk and be outdoors. She was so much better, she wrote George a note asking him to walk out and bring her sewing basket and some goods she listed, and in the afternoons the two women cut and sewed quaint and ticing little garments. George found Kate so much better when he came that he proposed she remain another week. Then for the first time he talked to her about her theory of government and teaching, until she realized that the school director had told him he was dissatisfied with him, so George was trying to learn her ways. Appalled at what might happen if he lost the school, Kate made notes, talked at length, begged him to do his best, and to come at once if anything went wrong. He did come, and brought the school books, so she went over the lessons with him, and made marginal notes of things suggested to her mind by the text for him to discuss and elucidate. The next time he came he was in such good spirits she knew his work had been praised. So after that they went over the lessons together every evening. Thinking of what would help him also helped to fill her day. He took her home greatly improved in much better spirits to her room, cleaned and ready for winter, with all of her things possible to use in place, so that it was much changed, prettier and more convenient. As they drove in she said of him, George, what about it? Did your mother purposely fix my food so I could not eat it? Oh, I wouldn't say that, he said. You know, neither of you was violently attached to the other. She'll be more careful after this, I'm sure she will. Why, have you been sick? asked Kate as soon as she saw Mrs. Holt. She seemed so nervous and appeared so badly Kate was sorry for her, but she could not help noticing how she kept watch on her son. She seemed to keep the width of the room and a piece of furniture between them, while her cooking was so different that it was not in the least necessary for George to fix things for Kate himself, as he had suggested. Everything was so improved Kate felt better. She began to sew, to read, to sit for long periods in profound thought, then to take walks that brought back her strength and colour. Sew through the winter and toward the approach of spring they lived in greater comfort. With Kate's help George was doing so well with the school that he was frequently complimented by the parents, that he was trying to do good work and when the approval of both pupils and parents was evident to Kate. Once he said to her that he wondered if it would be a good thing for him to put in an application for the school the coming winter. Kate stared at him in surprise, but your profession she objected. You should be in your office and having enough practice to support us by then. Yes, I should, he said, but this is a new thing, and you know how these cloth-hoppers are. If I came as near living in the country and working at farming as much as you do, that's the last thing I would call any human being, said Kate. I certainly do know how they are, and what I know convinces me that you need not look to them for any patience. You seem to think I won't have any from any source, he said, hotly. I confess myself dubious, said Kate. You certainly are, or you wouldn't be talking of teaching. Well, I'll just show you, he cried. I'm waiting, said Kate. But as we must live in the meantime, and it will be so long before I can earn anything again and so much expense, possibly it would be a good idea to have the school to fall back on, if you shouldn't have the patience you hoped for this summer. I think you have done well in the school. Do your level best until the term closes, and you may have a chance. Laughing scornfully, he repeated his old boast. I'll just show you. Go ahead, said Kate, and while you're at it, be generous. Show me plenty. But in the meantime, save every penny you can, so you'll be ready to pay the doctor's bills and furnish your office. I love your advice, it's so baitsy, he said. I have money saved for both contingencies, you mentioned, but I'll tell you what I think, and about this I'm the one who knows. I've told you repeatedly winter is my best time. I've lost the winter trying to help you out, and I have little chance until winter comes again. It takes cold weather to make folks feel what ails their muscles, and my treatment is mostly muscular. To save, so that we can get a real start, wouldn't it be a good idea for you to put part of your things in my room? Take what you must have and fix mother's bedroom for you. Let her move her bed into her living room, and spare me all you can of your things to fix up your room for my office this summer. That would save rent. It's only a few steps from downtown, and when I wasn't busy with patience I could be handy to the garden and to help you. If your mother is willing I'll do my share, said Kate, although the room's cramped, and where I'll put the small party when he comes I don't know, but I'll manage some way. The big objection to it is that it will make it look to people as if it were a makeshift, instead of starting a real business. Ill was the wrong word. It was the red rag that started George raging, until to save her self-respect Kate left the room. Later in the day he announced that his mother was willing. She would clean the living room and move in that day. How Kate hated the tiny room with its one exterior wall, only one small window, its scratched woodwork and soiled paper, she could not say. She felt physically ill when she thought of it, and when she thought of the heat of the coming summer she wondered what she would do, but all she could do was to acquiesce. She made a trip downtown and bought a quart of white paint and a few rolls of dainty fresh paper. She made herself ill with tripentine odours and giving the woodwork three coats, and fell from a table almost killing herself while papering the ceiling. There was no room for her trunk. The closet would not hold half her clothes. Her only easy chair was crowded out. She was sheared of personal comfort at a clip, just at a time when every comfort should have been hers. George ordered an operating table on which to massage his patients, a few other necessities, and in high spirits went about fixing up his office and finishing his school. He spent hours in the woodshed with the remainder of Kate's white paint, making a sign to hang in front of the house. He was so pathetically anxious for a patient after he had put his table in place, hung up his sign and paid for an announcement in the county paper and the little Walden sheet that Kate was sorry for him. On a hot July morning Mrs. Holt was sweeping the front porch when a forlorn specimen of humanity came shuffling up the front walk and asked to see Dr. Holt. Mrs. Holt took him into the office and ran to the garden to tell George his first patient had come. His face had been flushed from pulling weeds, but it paled perceptibly as he started to the back porch to wash his hands. "'Do you know who it is, mother?' he asked. "'It's that old Peter Mines,' she said, and he looks fit to drop. "'Peter Mines,' said George, he's had about fifty things that matter with him for about fifty years. Then you are a made man, if you can even make him think he feels enough better so as he'll go round talking about it,' said Mrs. Holt, shrewdly. George stood with his hands dripping water an instant, thinking deeply. "'Well said for once, old lady,' he agreed. "'You are just exactly right.' He hurried to his room and put on his coat. "'A patient that will be a big boom for me,' he boasted to Kate as he went down the hall. Mrs. Holt stood listening at the hall door. Kate walked around the dining-room trying to occupy herself. Presently cringing groans began to come from the room, mingling with George's deep voice explaining and trying to encourage the man. Then came a wild shriek, and then silence. Kate hurried out to the back walk and began pacing up and down in the sunshine. She did not know it, but she was praying. "'A minute later George's pallid face appeared at the back door. You come in here quick and help me,' he demanded. "'What's the matter?' asked Kate. "'He's fainted. His heart, I think. He's got everything that ever ailed a man,' he said. "'Oh, George, you shouldn't have touched him,' said Kate. "'Can't you see it will make me if I can help him? Even mother could see that,' he cried. "'But if his heart is bad, the risk of massaging him is awful,' said Kate, as she hurried after George. Kate looked at the man on the table, ran her hand over the heart-region, and lifted terrified eyes to George. "'Do you think?' he stammered. "'Sure of it,' she said. "'But we can try. Bring your cam for a bottle and some water,' she cried to Mrs. Holt. For a few minutes they worked frantically. Then Kate stepped back. "'I'm scared, and I don't know who knows it,' she said. "'I'm going after Dr. James.' "'No, you are not,' said George. "'You just hold yourself. I'll have him out in a minute. Begin at his feet and rub the blood up to his heart. They are swollen to a puff. He's got no circulation,' said Kate. "'Oh, George, how could you ever hope to do anything for a man in this shape, with muscular treatment?' "'You keep still and rub for God's sake,' he cried frantically. "'Can't you see that I'm ruined if he dies on this table?' "'No, I can't,' said Kate. Everybody would know that he was practically dying when he came here. Nobody will blame you, only you should never have touched him. George, I am going after Dr. James.' "'We'll go, then,' he said, wildly. "'Kate started. Mrs. Holt blocked the doorway. "'You just stop, Missy,' she cried. "'You're way too smart trying to get folks in here and ruin my George's chances. You just stay where you are till I think what to do, to put the best face on this.' "'He may not be really gone. The doctor might save him,' cried Kate. Mrs. Holt looked long at the man. "'He's deader in a door-nail,' she said. "'You stay where you are.' Kate picked her up by the shoulders, set her to one side, ran from the room and down the street as fast as possible. She found the doctor in his offices with two patients. She had no time to think or temperize. "'Get your case and come to our house quick, doctor,' she cried. An old man they called Peter Mines came to see George and his heart has failed. Please hurry.' "'Heart, eh?' said the doctor. "'Well, wait a minute. No use to go about a bad heart without digitalis.' He got up and put on his hat, told the men he would be back soon, and went to the nearest drugstore. Kate followed. The men who had been in the office came also. "'Dr. Hurry!' she painted. I'm so frightened. You go to some of the neighbors and stay away from there,' he said. "'Hurry,' begged Kate. "'Oh, do hurry!' She was beside him as they sped down the street, and at his shoulder as they entered the room. With one glance she lurched against the casing, and then she plunged down the hall, entered her room, closed the door behind her, and threw herself on the bed. She had only a glance, but in that glance she had seen Peter Mines sitting, fully clothed, his hat on his head, his stick in his hands, in her easy chair. The operating table folded and standing against the wall. Mrs. Holt holding the camphor bottle to Peter's nose, while George had one hand over Peter's heart, the other steadying his head. The doctor swung the table in place, and with George's help laid Peter on it, then began tearing open his clothes. As they worked the two men followed into the house to see if they could do anything, and excited neighbors began to gather. George and his mother explained how Peter had exhausted himself walking two miles from the country that hot morning, how he had entered the office, tottering with fatigue, and had fallen into the chair in a fainting condition. Everything was plausible until a neighbor woman, eager to be the centre of attention for a second, cried, Yes, we all see him come more than an hour ago, and when he begins to let out the yells we says to each other, There! George has got his first patient sure, and we all kind of waited to see if he'd come out better. The doctor looked at her sharply. More than an hour ago, he said? You heard cries? Yes, more than a good hour ago. Yes, we all heard him yell, just once, good and loud, she said. The doctor turned to George. Before he could speak, his mother intervened. That was our cape done the yelling, she said. She was scared crazy from the start. He just come in and set in the chair, and he's been there ever since. You didn't give him any treatment, Holt? asked the doctor. Again Mrs. Holt answered. Never touched him, hadn't even got time to get his table open. Want nothing he could have done for him anyway. Peter was good as gone when he got here. His fool folks never ought to let him out on this hot day, sick as he was. The doctor looked at George, at his mother, long at Peter. He surely was too sick to walk that far in this heat, he said. But to make sure I'll look him over, George, you help me. Clear the room of all but these two men. He began minutely examining Peter's heart region. Then he rolled him over and started to compress his lungs. Long white streaks marked the puffy red of the swollen, dropsicle flesh. The doctor examined the length of the body and looked straight into George Holt's eyes. No use, he said. Bill, go to the phone in my office and tell Coroner Smith to get here from Hartley as soon as he can. All that's left to do here is to obey the law and have a funeral. Better some of the rest of you go tell us, folks, I've done all I can do. It's up to the Coroner now. The rest of you go home and keep still till he comes. When he and George were left alone, he said, Tursley, of course you and your mother are lying. You had this man stripped, he did cry out, and he did die from the pain of the treatment you tried to give him in his condition. By the way, where's your wife? This is a bad thing for her right now. Come, let's find her and see what state she's in. Together they left the room and entered Kate's door. As soon as the doctor was busy with her, George slipped back into the closed room. He put Peter on to his back and covered him, in the hope that the blood would settle until it could have faced the marks of his work before the Coroner arrived. By that time the doctor was too busy to care much what happened to Peter's minds. He was a poor old soul, better off as he was. Across Kate's unconscious body he said to George Holt, I'm going to let the Coroner make what he pleases out of this solely for your wife's sake, but two things. Take down that shingle. Take it down now and never put it up again if you want me to keep still. I'll give you what you paid for that table, it's a good one. Get him out as soon as you can. Set him in another room. I've got to have Mrs. Holt where I can work, and send Sarah Nepple here to help me. Move fast, this is going to be a close call. And the other thing, I've heard you put in an application for our school this winter. Withdraw it. Now move. So they set Peter in the living room, cleaned Kate's room quickly, and moved in her bed. By the time the Coroner arrived the doctor was too busy to care what happened. On oath he said a few words that he hoped would make life easier for Kate, and at the same time pass muster for truth. He told the Coroner what witnesses to call and gave an opinion as to Peter's condition. He also added that he was sure Peter's family would be very glad he was to suffer no more, and then he went back to Kate who was suffering entirely too much for safety. Then began a long vigil that ended at midnight with Kate barely alive and Sarah Nepple, the Walden midwife, trying to divide a scanty wardrobe between a pair of lusty twins. CHAPTER XV A NEW IDEA Kate slowly came back to consciousness. She was conscious of her body, sore from head to foot, with plenty of pain in definite spots. Her first clear thought was that she was such a big woman, it seemed to her that she filled the room, when she was one bruised ache from head to heels. Then she became conscious of a moving bundle on the bed beside her, and laid her hand on it to reassure herself. The size and shape of the bundle were not reassuring. Oh Lord, groaned Kate, haven't you any mercy at all? It was your advice I followed when I took wing and started out in life. A big sob arose in her throat, while at the same time she began to laugh weakly. Dr. James heard her from the hall and entered hastily. At the sight of him Kate's eyes filled with terrified remembrance. Her glance swept the room and rested on her rocking chair. Take that out of here, she cried. Take it out, split it into kindling wood, and burn it. All right, said Dr. James calmly, I'll guarantee that you never see it again. Is there anything else you want? You—you didn't. The doctor shook his head. Very sorry, he said, but there wasn't a thing could be done. Where is he? She asked in a whisper. His people took him home immediately after the coroner's inquest, which found that he died from heart failure, brought down by his long walk in the heat. Kate stared at him with a face pitiful to behold. You let him think that? She whispered again. I did, said the old doctor. I thought and still think that for the sake of you and yours, he waved toward the bundle, it was the only course to pursue. Thank you, said Kate, you are very kind, but don't you think that I and mine are going to take a lot of shielding? The next man may not be so kindly disposed. Besides, is it right, is it honest? It is for you, said the doctor. You had nothing to do with it. If you had, things would not have gone as they did. As for me, I feel perfectly comfortable about it in my conscience, which is my best guide. All I had to do was to let them tell their story. I perjured myself only to the extent of testifying that you knew nothing about it. The coroner could well believe that. George and his mother could easily manage the remainder. Kate waved toward the bundle. Am I supposed to welcome and love them? A poet might expect you to, said the doctor. In the circumstances, I do not. I shall feel that you have done your whole duty if you will try to nurse them when the time comes. You must have a long rest, and they must grow some before you'll discover what they mean to you. There's always as much chance that they'll resemble your people as that they will not. The boy will have dark hair and eyes, I think, but he looks exactly like you. The girl is more holt. Where is George, she asked. He was completely upset, said the doctor. I suggested that he go somewhere to rest up a few days, so he took his tackle and went fishing and to the farm. Shouldn't he have stayed and faced it, asked Kate. There was nothing for him to face except himself, Kate, said the doctor. Kate shook her head. She looked ghastly ill. Doctor, she said, couldn't you have let me die? When left your son and your little daughter to them, he asked. No, Kate, I couldn't have let you die, because you've your work in the world under your hand right now. He said that because when he said, left your son and your little daughter to them, Kate had reached over and laid her hand possessively, defensively, on the little squirming bundle which was all Dr. James asked of her. Presently she looked the doctor straight in the face. Exactly what do you know, she asked. Everything, said the doctor, and you. Everything, said Kate. There was a long silence. Then Kate spoke slowly. That George didn't know that he shouldn't have touched that man proves him completely incompetent, she said, that he did and didn't have the courage to face the results proves him lacking in principle. He's not fit for either work to which he aspires. You are talking too much, said the doctor. George's mother went to the farm to cook for him. You're in the hands of two fine women who will make you comfortable. You have escaped lasting disgrace, with your skirts clear. Now rest and be thankful. I can't rest until I know one thing, said Kate. You're not going to allow George to kill anyone else. No, said the doctor. I regretted telling him very much, but I had to tell him that could not happen. And about the school, she asked. I half thought he might get it. He won't, said the doctor. I'm in a position to know that. Now try to take some rest. Kate waved toward the babies. Will you please take them away until they need me, she asked. Of course, said the doctor. But don't you want to see them, Kate? There isn't a mark or blemish on either of them. The boy weighs seven pounds and the girl six. They seem as perfect as children can be. You needn't worry about that, said Kate. Twins are a bait's habit. My mother had three pairs, always a boy and a girl, always big and sound as any children. Mine will be all right, too. The doctor started to turn back the blanket. Kate turned her head away. Don't you think I have had about enough at present, she asked? I'd stake my life that as a little further piece of my punishment, the girl looks exactly like Mrs. Holt. By Jove, said the doctor, I couldn't just think who it was. He carried the babies from the room, lowered the blinds, and Kate tried to sleep, and did sleep, because she was so exhausted she could not keep awake. Later in the evening Aunt Ollie slipped in, and said George was in the woodhouse, almost crying himself to death, and begging to see her. You tell him I'm too sick to be seen for at least a week, said Kate. But, my dear, he's so broken up he feels so badly, begged Aunt Ollie. So I'm going to tell him I'm too sick to be seen for at So do I, said Kate. I feel entirely too badly to be worried over seeing him. I must take the babies now. I do wish you would, persisted Aunt Ollie. Well, I won't, said Kate. I don't care if I never see him again. He knows why he is crying. Ask him. I'll wager they ain't a word of truth in that tale they're telling, she said. Kate looked straight at her. Well, for their sakes, and my sake, and the baby's sake, don't talk about it. You poor thing, said Aunt Ollie. I'll do anything in the world to help you. If you ever need me, just call on me. I'll go start him back in a hurry. He came every night, but Kate steadily refused, until she felt able to sit up in a chair to see him, or his mother when she came to see the babies. She had recovered rapidly, was over the painful part of nursing the babies, and had a long talk with Aunt Ollie before she consented to see George. At times she thought she could never see him again. At others she realized her helplessness. She had her babies to nurse for a year. There was nothing she could think of, she knew to do, that she could do, and take proper care of two children. She was tied hand and foot, as Aunt Ollie said, and yet it was Aunt Ollie who solved her problem for her. Sitting beside the bed one day she said to Kate, My dear, do you know that I'm having a mighty good time? I guess I was lonesomer than I thought out there all alone so much, and the work was nigh to breaking me during the long cold winter. I got a big notion to propose something to you that might be a comfort to all of us. Propose away, said Kate. I'm at my wit's end. Well, what would you think of you and George taking the land, working it on the shares, and letting me have this room, and live in wild in a while? Kate sat straight up in bed. Oh, Aunt Ollie, would you, she cried, would you? That would be a mercy to me. It would give George every chance to go straight if there is a straight impulse in him. Yes, I will, said Aunt Ollie, and you needn't fear that I am getting the little end of the bargain, either. The only unpleasant thing about it will be my sister, and I'll undertake to manage her. I read a lot, and I can always come to see you when moral spirits will bear her no more. She'll be no such trial to me as she is to you. You're an angel, said Kate. You've given me hope where I had not a glimmer. If I have George out there alone, away from his mother, I can bring out all the good there is in him, and we can get some results out of life, or I can assure myself that it is impossible so that I can quit with a clear conscience. I do thank you. All right, then. I'll go out and begin packing my things and see about moving this afternoon. I'll leave my stoves and beds and tables and chairs for you. You can use your wedding things and be downright comfortable. I'll like living in town a spell real well. So once more, Kate saw hope a beckoning star in the distance, and ruffled the wings of the spirit preparatory to another flight, only a short, humble flight this time, close earth, but still as full of promise as life seemed to hold in any direction for her. She greeted George casually, and as if nothing had happened when she was ready to see him. You're at the place where words are not of the slightest use to me, she said. I'm giving you one and a final chance to act. This seems all that is open to us. Go to work like a man, and we will see what we can make of our last chance. Kate was so glad when she sat in the carriage that was to take her from the house and the woman she abominated that she could scarcely behave properly. She clasped Adam tightly in her arms and felt truly his mother. She reached over and tucked the blanket closer over Polly, but she did not carry her, because she resembled her grandmother, while Adam was abate. George drove carefully. He was on behavior too good to last, but fortunately both women with him knew him well enough not to expect that it would. When they came inside of the house, Kate could see that the grass beside the road had been cut, the trees trimmed, and, oh joy, the house freshly painted a soft, creamy white she liked, with a green roof. Aunt Ollie explained that she furnished the paint, and George did the work. He had swung oblong clothes baskets from the ceiling of a big, cheery old-fashioned bedroom for a cradle for each baby, and established himself in a small back room adjoining the kitchen. Kate said nothing about the arrangement, because she supposed it had been made to give her more room, and that George might sleep in peace while she wrestled with two tiny babies. There was no doubt about the wrestling. The baby seemed of nervous temperament, sleeping in short naps and lightly. Kate was on her feet from the time she reached her new home, working when she should not have worked, so that the result developed cross-babies, each attacked with the colic, which raged every night from six o'clock until twelve and after, both frequently shrieking at the same time. George did his share by going to town for a bottle of soothing syrup, which Kate promptly threw in the creek. Once he took Adam and began walking the floor with him, extending his activities as far as the kitchen. In a few minutes he had the little fellow sound asleep, and he did not waken until morning. Then he seemed to droop and feel listless. When he took the baby the second time, and made the same trip to the kitchen, Kate laid Polly on her bed and silently followed. She saw George lay the baby on the table, draw a flask from his pocket, pour a spoon partly full, filling it the remainder of the way from the tea kettle. As he was putting the spoon to the baby's lips, Kate stepped beside him and, taking it, she tasted the contents. Then she threw the spoon into the dishpan, standing near and picked up the baby. I knew it, she said, only I didn't know what. He acted like a drugged baby all last night and today, since when did you begin carrying that stuff around with you and feeding it to tiny babies? It's a good thing. Dr. James recommended it. He said it was harmful to let them strain themselves crying and very hard on you. You could save yourself a lot, he urged. I need saving all right, said Kate, but I haven't a picture of myself saving myself by drugging a pair of tiny babies. He slipped the bottle back in his pocket. Kate stood looking at him so long and so intently, he flushed and set the flask on a shelf in the pantry. It may come in handy some day when some of us have a cold, he said. Kate did her best, but she was so weakened by nursing both of the babies, by loss of sleep and overwork in the house, that she was no help whatever to George in getting in the fall crops and preparing for spring. She had lost none of her ambition, but there was a limit to her capacity. In the spring the babies were big and lusty, eating her up and crying with hunger, until she was forced to resort to artificial feeding in part, which did not agree with either of them. As a saving of time and trouble, she decided to nurse one and feed the other. It was without thought on her part, almost by chance, yet the chance was that she nursed Adam and fed Polly. Then the babies began teething, so that she was rushed to find time to prepare three regular meals a day, and as for the garden and poultry she had planned, George did what he pleased about them, which was little, if anything. He would raise so much to keep from being hungry, he would grow so many roots, and so much cabbage for winter, he would tend enough corn for a team and to fatten pork. Right there he stopped and went fishing, while the flask was in evidence on the pantry shelf only two days. Kate talked crop rotation, new seed, fertilization, until she was weary, George heartily agreed with her, but put nothing of it all into practice. As soon as the babies are old enough to be taken out, she said, things will be better. I just can't do justice to them and my work, too. Three pears. My poor mother, and she's alive yet. I marvel at it." So they lived and had enough to eat, and were clothed, but not one step did they advance towards Kate's ideals of progression, economy, accumulation. George always had a little money, more than she could see how he got from the farming. There were a few calves and pigs to sell occasionally, she thought possibly he saved his share from them. For four years Kate struggled valiantly to keep pace with what her mother had always done. For four years Kate struggled valiantly to keep pace with what her mother always had done, and had required of her at home, but she learned long before she quit struggling that farming with George was hopeless. So at last she became so discouraged that she began to drift into his way of doing merely what would sustain them, and then reading, fishing, or sleeping the remainder of the time. She began teaching her children while very small, and daily they had their lessons after dinner, while their father slept. Kate thought often of what was happening to her. She hated it, she fought it, but with George Holt for a partner she could not escape it. She lay awake nights, planning ways to make a start toward prosperity. She propounded her ideas at breakfast. To save time in getting him early to work she began feeding the horses as soon as she was up so that George could go to work immediately after breakfast, but she soon found she might as well save her strength. He would not start to harness until he had smoked, mostly three-quarters of an hour. That his neighbors laughed at him and got ahead of him bothered him not at all. All they said and all Kate said went, as he expressed it, in at one ear, out at the other. One day in going around the house Kate was suddenly confronted by a thing she might have seen for three years, but had not noticed. Leading from the path of bare, hard-been earth that ran around the house through the grass was a small forking path not so wide and well-defined, yet a path leading to George's window. She stood staring at it a long time with a thoughtful expression on her face. That night she did not go to bed when she went to her room. Instead she slipped out into the night and sitting under a sheltering bush she watched that window. It was only a short time until George crawled from it, went stealthily to the barn, and a few minutes later she saw him riding bare-backed on one of the horses he had bridled down the footpath beside the stream toward town. She got up and crossing the barnyard shut the gate after him and closed the barn door. She went back to the house and closed his window and lighting a lamp set in on his dresser in front of his small clock. His door was open in the morning when she passed it on her way to the kitchen, so she got breakfast instead of feeding the horses. He came in slowly, furtively watching her. She worked as usual, saying no unpleasant word. At length he could endure it no longer. �Kate,� he said, �I broke a bolt in the plow yesterday and I never thought of it until just as I was getting into bed, so to save time I rode into Walden and got another last night. Ain't I a great old economist, though? �You are a great something,� she said. �Economist would scarcely be my name for it. Really, George, can't you do better than that? �Better than what?� he demanded. �Better than telling such palpable lies,� she said. �Better than crawling out windows instead of using your doors like a man, better than being the most shiftless farmer of your neighborhood in the daytime, because you have spent most of your nights,� God and probably all Walden know how. �The flask and ready money I never could understand give me an inkling. �Anything else?� he asked sneeringly. �Nothing at present,� said Kate placidly. �I probably could find plenty if I spent even one night in Walden when you thought I was asleep. �Go if you like,� he said. �If you think I'm going to stay here, working like a dog all day, year in and year out, to support a daughter of the richest man in the country and her kids, you fool yourself. If you want more than you got, call on your rich folks for it. If you want to go to town, either night or day, go for all I care. �Do what you damn please. That's what I'm going to do in the future, and I'm glad you know it. I'm tired climbing through windows and slinking like a dog. I'll come and go like other men after this. �I don't know what other men you are referring to,� said Kate. �You have a monopoly of your kind in this neighborhood. There is none other like you. You crawl and slink as to the man who is born. �Don't you go too far,� he menaced with an ugly leer. �Keep that for your mother,� laughed Kate. �You need never try a threat with me. I am stronger than you are, and you may depend upon it. I shall see that my strength never fails me again. I know now that you are all Nancy Allen said you were. �Well, if you married me knowing it, what are you going to do about it?� he sneered. �I didn't know it then. I thought I knew you. I thought she had been misinformed,� said Kate in self-defense. �Well� he said insultingly, �if you hadn't been in such a big hurry, you could soon have found out all you wanted to know. I took advantage of it, but I never did understand your rush. �You never will,� said Kate. Then she arose and went to see if the children had wakened. All day she was thinking so deeply she would stumble over the chairs in her preoccupation. George noticed it and it frightened him. After supper he came and sat on the porch beside her. �Kate,� he said, �as usual, you are making mountains out of molehills. It doesn't damn a fellow forever to ride or walk. I almost always walk, into town in the evening, to see the papers and have a little visit with the boys. Work all day in a field is mighty lonesome. A man has got to have a little change. I don't deny a glass of beer once in a while, or a game of cards with the boys occasionally. But if you have lived with me over five years here, and never suspected it before, it can't be so desperately bad, can it? Come on now, be fair. �It's no difference whether I am fair or unfair,� Kate said wearily. �It explains why you simply will not brace up and be a real man, and do a man's work in the world and achieve a man's success. �Who can get anywhere, splitting everything in halves?� he demanded. �The most successful men in this neighborhood got their start exactly that way,� she said. �Ah, well, farming ain't my job, anyway,� he said. �I always did hate it. I always will. �If I could have a little capital to start with, I know a trick that would suit you and make us independent in no time.� Kate said no word, and seeing she was not going to, he continued. �I've thought about this till I've got it all down fine, and it's a great scheme. You'll admit that, even angry as you are. It is this. Get enough together to build a sawmill on my strip of ravine. A little damming would make a free water-power worth a fortune. I could hire a good man to run the saw and do the work, and I could take a horse and ride, or drive around among the farmers I know, and buy up timber cheaper than most men could get it. I could just skin the eyes out of them. �Did it ever occur to you that you could do better by being honest?� asked Kate wearily. �Ah, well, Smarty. You know I didn't mean that literally,� scoffed. �You know I only meant I could talk and jolly and buy at bedrock prices. I know where to get the timber and the two best millmen in the country. We are near the railroad. It's the dandy a scheme that ever struck Walden. What do you think about it?� �I think if Adam had it he'd be rich from it in ten years,� she said quietly. �Then you do think it's a bully idea,� he cried. �You would try it if we had a chance.� �I might� said Kate. �You know� he cried jumping up in excitement. �I've never mentioned this to a soul, but I've got it all thought out. Would you go see your brother Adam, and see if you could get him to take an interest for young Adam? He could manage the money himself.� �I wouldn't go to a relative of mine for assent, even if the children were starving� said Kate. �Get and keep that clear in your head. �But you think there is something in it� he persisted. �I know there is� said Kate with finality. �In the hands of the right man, and with the capital to start. �Kate, you can be the meanest� he said. �I didn't intend to be in this particular instance� she said. �But honestly, George, what have I ever seen of you in the way of financial success in the past that would give me hope for the future? �I know it� he said. �But I've never struck exactly the right thing. This is what I could make a success of, and I would make a good big one, you bet. Kate, I'll go not to town another night. I'll stop all that.� He drew the flask from his pocket and smashed it against the closest tree. �And I'll stop all there ever was of that, even to a glass of beer on a hot day, if you say so, if you'll stand by me this once more. If I fail this time, I'll never ask you again. Honest, I won't.� �If I had money, I'd try it, keeping the building in my own name, and keeping the books myself. But I have none and no way to get any, as you know� she said. �I can see what could be done, but I'm helpless.� �I'm not,� said George. �I've got it all worked out. You see, I was doing something useful with my head, if I wasn't always plowing as fast as you thought I should. If you'll back me, if you'll keep books, if you'll handle the money until she is paid back, I know Aunt Olly will sell enough of this land to build the mill and buy the machinery.� She could keep the house, and orchard, and barn, and a big enough piece, say, forty acres, to live on, and keep all of us in grub. She and mother could move out here. She said the other day she was tired of town and getting homesick, and we could go to town to put the children in school and beyond the job. �I won't ever ask you and mother to live together again. Kate, will you go in with me? Will you talk to Aunt Olly? Will you let me show you and explain and prove to you? I won't be a party to anything that would even remotely threaten to lose Aunt Olly's money for her,� she said. �She's got nobody on earth but me. It's all mine in the end. Why not let me have this wonderful chance with it? Kate, will you?� he begged. �I'll think about it,� she conceded. �If I can study out a sure, honorable way, I'll promise to think. Now go out there and haunt the last scrap of that glass the children may cut their feet in the morning.� Then Kate went into bed. If she had looked from her window she might have seen George scratching matches and picking pieces of glass from the grass. When he came to the bottom of the bottle with upstanding jagged edges containing a few drops he glanced at her room, saw that she was undressing in the dark, and lifting it he poured the liquid on his tongue to the last drop that would fall. CHAPTER XVI Before Kate awakened the following morning George was out feeding the horses, cattle, and chickens, doing the milking and working like the proverbial beaver. By the time breakfast was ready he had convinced himself that he was a very exemplary man, while he expected Kate to be convinced also. He stood ready and willing to forgive her for every mean deceit and secret sin he had ever committed, or handed in his heart to commit in the future. All the world was rosy with him. He was flying with the wings of hope straight toward a wonderful achievement that would bring pleasure and riches, first to George Holt, then to his wife and children, then to the old aunt he really cared for more than anyone else. Incidentally his mother might have some share, while he would bring such prosperity and activity to the village that all Walden would forget every bad thing it had ever thought or known of him, and delight to pay him honour. Kate might have guessed all this when she saw the pales full of milk on the table, and heard George whistling hail the conquering hero comes, as he turned to the cows into the pasture, but she had not slept well. Most of the night she had lain staring at the ceiling, her brain busy with calculations, computations, most of all with personal values. She dared not to be a party to anything that would lose Aunt Ollie, her land. That was settled. But if she went into the venture herself, if she kept the deeds in Aunt Ollie's name, the bank account and hers, drew all the checks, kept the books, would it be safe? Could George buy timber, as he thought? Could she herself, if he failed? The children were old enough to be in school now. She could have much of the day. She could soon train Polly and Adam to do even more than sweep and run errands. The scheme could be materialized in the bait's way without a doubt. But could it be done in a bait's way, hampered and impeded by George Holt? Was the plan feasible after all? She entered into the rosy cloud enveloping the kitchen without ever catching the faintest gleam of its hue. George came to her the instant he saw her and tried to put his arm around her. Kate drew back and looked at him intently. �Oh, come on now, Kate,� he said. �Leave out the heroics and be human. I'll do exactly as you say about everything if you will help me weedle Aunt Ollie into letting me have the money.� Kate stepped back and put out her hands defensively. �A rare bargain,� she said, and one eminently worthy of you. �You'll do what I say if I'll do what you say without the slightest reference as to whether it impoverishes a woman who has always helped and befriended you. You make me sick.� �What's biting you now?� he demanded sullenly. Kate stood tall and straight before and above him. �If you have a good plan, if you can prove that it will work, what is the necessity for weedling anybody? Why not state what you propose in plain unequivocal terms and let the dear old soul who was done so much for us already decide what she will do? �That's what I meant. That's all I meant,� he cried. �In that case, weedle is a queer term to use.� �I believe you'd throw up the whole thing. I believe you would let the chance to be a rich woman slip through your fingers, if it all depended on your saying only one word you thought wasn't quite straight,� he said. �Half an assertion, half in question. I honour you in that belief,� said Kate. �I most certainly would.� �Then you turn the whole thing down? You won't have anything to do with it?� he cried, plunging into stoop-shouldered mouth-sagging despair. �Oh, I didn't say that,� said Kate. �Give me time. Let me think. I've got to know that there isn't a snare in it, from the title of the land to the grade of the creek-bed. Have you investigated that? Is your ravine long enough and wide enough to dam it high enough at our outlet to get your power, and yet not back water onto the road and the farmers above you? Won't it freeze in winter? And can you get strong enough power from water to run a large saw? I doubt it. �Oh, gee, I never thought about that� he cried. �And if it would work, did you figure the cost of a dam into your estimate of the building and machinery?� He snapped his fingers in impatient. �Buy heck� he cried. �I forgot that, too. But that wouldn't cost much. Look what we did in that ravine just for fun. Why, we could build that dam ourselves.� �Yes, strong enough for conditions in September, but what about the January fresh-it?� she said. �Croak, croak. You blame old Raven,� cried George. �And have you thought,� continued Kate, �that there is no room on the bank toward town to set your mill, and it wouldn't be allowed there if it were. �You bet I have,� he said defiantly. �I'm no such slouch as you think me. I've even stepped off the location.� �Then,� said Kate, �will you build a bridge across the ravine to reach it? Or will you buy a strip from Lynn and build a road?� George collapsed with a groan. �That's the trouble with you,� said Kate. �You always build your castle with not even sand for a foundation. The most nebulous of rosy clouds serve you as perfectly as granite blocks. Before you go glimmering again, double your estimate to cover a dam and a bridge and a lot of incidentals that no one ever seems able to include in a building contract, and whatever you do keep a still head until we get these things figured and have some sane idea of what the venture would cost.� �How long will it take?� he said sullenly. �I haven't an idea. I'd have to go to the Hartley and examine the records and be sure that there was no flaw in the deeds to the land. But the first thing is to get a surveyor and know for sure if you have a water-power that will work and not infringe on your neighbours. A thing like this can't be done in a few minutes persuasive conversation. It will take weeks.� It really seemed as if it would take months. �Kate went to Walden that afternoon, set the children playing in the ravine while she sketched it, made the best estimate she could of its fall, and approved the curve on the opposite bank which George thought could be cleared for a building site and lumber yard. Then she added a location for a dam and a bridge site and went home to figure and think. The further she went in these processes the more hopeless the project sounded. She soon learned that there must be an engine with a boiler to run the saw. The dam could be used only to make a pond to furnish the water needed, but at that it would be cheaper than to dig a cistern or well. She would not even suggest to Aunt Holly to sell any of the home forty. The sale of the remainder at the most hopeful price she dared estimate would not bring half the money needed, and it would come in long-term payments. Lumber, bricks, machinery could not be had on time of any length, while wages were cash every Saturday night. �It simply can't be done,� said Kate, and stopped thinking about it so far as George knew. He was at once plunged into morose moping. He became sullen and indifferent about the work, ugly with Kate and the children, until she was driven almost frantic, and projects nearly as vague as some of George's began to float through her head. One Saturday morning Kate had risen early and finished cleaning up her house, baking, and scrubbing porches. She had taken a bath to freshen and cool herself, and was standing before her dresser, tucking the last pins into her hair, when she heard a heavy step on the porch and a loud knock on the screen door. She stood in an angle where she could peep. She looked as she reached for her dress. What she saw carried her to the door forgetful of the dress. Adam Junior stood there, white and shaken, steadying himself against the casing. �Adam!� cried Kate. �Is mother?� he shook his head. �Father!� she panted. He nodded, seeming unable to speak. Kate's eyes darkened and widened. She gave Adam another glance and opened the door. �Come in� she said. When did it happen? How did he get hurt? In that moment she recalled that she had left her father in perfect health. She had been gone more than seven years. In that time he could not fail to illness. How he had been hurt was her first thought. As she asked the question, she stepped into her room and snatched up her second-best summer dress, waiting for Adam to speak as she slipped into it. But speaking seemed to be a very difficult thing for Adam. He was slow in starting, and the words dragged and came singly. �Yesterday, tired, big dinner, awful hot�� son stroke. �He�s gone� she cried. �Adam nodded in that queer way again. �Why did you come? Does mother want me?� The questions leaped from Kate's lips, her eyes implored him. �Adam was too stricken to heed his sister's unspoken plea. �Course� he said. �All there. Your place. I want you. Only one in the family. Not stark mad.� Kate straightened tensely and looked at him again. �All right� she said. �I can throw a few things in my telescope, write the children a note to take to their father in the field, and we can stop in Walden and send Aunt Olly out to cook for them. I can go as well as not for as long as mother� � �I can go as well as not for as long as mother wants me.� �Hurry� said Adam. In her room Kate stood still a second. Her eyes narrow, her underlip sucked in. Her heart almost stopped. Then she said aloud, �Father's sons have wished he would die too long for his death to strike even the most tolerant of them like that. Something dreadful has happened. I want her to my soul.� She waited until they were passed heartily, and then she asked suddenly, �Adam, what is the matter?� Then Adam spoke, �I am one of a pack of seven poor fools, and every other girl in the family has gone raving mad, so I thought I�d come after you and see if you had sense, or reason, or justice left in you. �What do you want of me?� she asked, dayzedly. �I want you to be fair, to be honest, to do as you�d be done by. You came to me when you were in trouble,� he reminded her. Kate could not prevent the short laugh that sprang to her lips nor what she said. And you would not lift a finger. Young Adam made his mother help me. Why don�t you go to George for what you want? Adam lost all self-control and swore sulfurously. �I thought you�d be different,� he said, �but I see you�re going to be just like the rest of the—� �Stop that,� said Kate. �You�re talking about my sisters, and yours. Stop this wild talk, and tell me exactly what is the matter. �I�m telling nothing,� said Adam. �You can find out what is the matter, and go with the rest of them when you get there. �Mother said this morning she wished you were there, because you�d be the only sane one in the family, so I thought I�d bring you. But I wish now I hadn�t done it, for it stands to reason that you will join the pack and run as fast as the rest of the wolves. �From a prairie fire, or to a carcass,� asked Kate. �I told you you could find out when you got there. I�m not going to have them saying I influenced you or bribed you,� he said. �Do you really think that they think you could, Adam?� asked Kate, wonderingly. �I have said all I�m going to say,� said Adam. �And then he began driving his horse inhumanely fast, for the heat was deep, slow, and burning. �Adam, is there any such hurry,� asked Kate. �You know you were abusing your horse dreadfully.� Adam immediately jerked the horse with all his might, and slashed the length of its body with two long stripes that rapidly raised in high welts, so Kate saw that he was past reasoning with, and said no other word. She tried to think who would be at home, how they would treat her, the prodigal, who had not been there in seven years, and suddenly it occurred to Kate that if she had known all she now knew in her youth, and had the same decision to make again as when she knew nothing, she would have taken wing just as she had. She had made failures, she had hurt herself, mind and body, but her honour, her self-respect, were intact. Suddenly she sat straight, she was glad that she had taken a bath, wore a reasonably decent dress, and had a better one in the back of the buggy. She would cut the Gordian knot with a vengeance, she would not wait to see how they treated her, she would treat them. As for Adam�s state, there was only one surmise she could make, and that seemed so incredible she decided to wait until her mother told her all about whatever the trouble was. As they came inside of the house, queer feelings took possession of Kate. She struggled to think kindly of her father, she tried to feel pangs of grief over his passing. She was too forthright and had too good a memory to succeed. Home had been so unbearable that she had taken desperate measures to escape it, but as the white house with its tree and shrub-filled yard could be seen more plainly, Kate suddenly was filled with the strongest possessive feeling she had ever known. It was home, it was her home. Her place was there even as Adam had said. She felt a sudden revulsion against herself that she had stayed away seven years. She should have taken her chances and at least gone to see her mother. She leaned from the buggy and watched for the first glimpse of the tall, gaunt, dark woman who had brought their big brood into the world and stood squarely with her husband against every one of them in each thing he proposed. Now he was gone. No doubt he had carried out his intentions. No doubt she was standing by him as always. Kate gathered her skirts, but Adam passed the house, driving furiously as ever, and he only slackened speed when he was forced to at the turn from the road to the lane. He stopped the buggy in the barnyard, got out, and began unharnessing the horse. Kate sat still and watched him until he let it away. Then she stepped down and started across the barnyard, down the lane leading to the door-yard. As she closed the yard gate and rounded a widely-spreading snowball-bush, her heart was pounding wildly. What was coming? How would the other boys act if Adam, the best balanced man of them all, was behaving as he was? How would her mother greet her? With the thought, Kate realized that she was so homesick for her mother that she would do or give anything in the world to see her. Then there was a dragging step, a short, sharp breath, and, wheeling, Kate stood facing her mother. She had come from the potato-patch back of the orchard, carrying a pail of potatoes in each hand. Her face was haggard, her eyes bloodshot, her hair falling in dark tags, her cheeks red with exertion. They stood facing each other. At the first glimpse Kate cried, O mother, and sprang toward her. Then she stopped while her heart again failed her, for from the astonishment on her mother's face Kate saw instantly that she was surprised, and had neither sent for nor expected her. She was nauseatingly disappointed. Adam had said she was wanted, had been sent for. Kate's face was twitching, her lips quivering, but she did not hesitate more than an instant. I see you were not expecting me, she said. I'm sorry, Adam came after me. I wouldn't have come if he hadn't said you sent for me. Kate paused a minute, hopefully. Her mother looked at her steadily. I'm sorry, Kate repeated. I don't know why he said that. By that time the pain in her heart was so fierce she caught her breath sharply and pressed her hand hard against her side. Her mother stooped, set down the buckets, and taking off her sun-bonnet wiped the sweat from her lined face with the curtain. Well, I do, she said, tersely. Why demanded Kate? To see if he could use you to serve his own interests, of course, answered her mother. He lied good and hard when he said I sent for you. I didn't. I probably wouldn't have had the sense to do it. But since you are here I don't mind telling you that I never was so glad to see anyone in all my born days. Mrs. Bates drew herself full height, set her lips, stiffened her jaw, and again used the bonnet skirt on her face and neck. Kate picked up the potatoes to hide the big tears that gushed from her eyes, and leading the way toward the house she said, come over here in the shade. Why should you be out digging potatoes? Oh, there's enough here and willing enough, said Mrs. Bates, looked off to get away from them. It was the quietest and the peacefulest out there, Kate. I'd most like to stay all day, but it's getting on to dinner-time, and I'm short of potatoes. Never mind the potatoes, said Kate. Let the folks serve themselves if they are hungry. She went to the side of the smoke-house, picked up a bench turned up there, and carrying it to the shady side of a widely spreading privet-bush, she placed it where it would be best screened from both house and barn. Then, setting the potatoes in the shade, she went to her mother, put her arm around her, and drew her to the seat. She took her handkerchief and wiped her face, smoothed back her straggled hair, and pulling out a pin fastened the coil better. Now rest a bit, she said, and then tell me why you were glad to see me, and exactly what you'd like me to do here. Mind, I've been away seven years, and Adam told me not a word except that Father was gone. Hm! all missed the mark again, commented Mrs. Bates dryly. They all said he'd gone to fill you up and get you on his side. Mother, what is the trouble? asked Kate. Take your time and tell me what has happened, and what you want, not what Adam wants. Mrs. Bates relaxed her body a trifle, but gripped her hands tightly together in her lap. Well, it was quick work, she said. It all came yesterday afternoon, just like being hit by lightning. Pa hadn't failed a particle that any one could see. Ate a big dinner of ham and boiled dumplings, and him and Hiram was in the west field. It was scorching hot, and first Hiram saw Pa was down. Sam Langley was passing and helped get him in, and took our horse and ran for Robert. He was in the country, but Sam brought another doctor real quick, and he seemed to fetch Pa out of it in good shape, so he thought he'd be all right, maybe by morning, though the doctor said he'd have to hole up a day or two. He went away, promising to send Robert back, and Hiram went home to feed. I sat by Pa, fanning him, and putting cloths on his head. All at once he began to chill. We thought it was only the way a body was with sunstroke, and passed pylon on blankets we didn't pay much attention. He said he was all right, so I went to milk. Before I left I gave him a drink, and he asked me to feel in his pants pockets, and get the key, and hand him the deed-box, till he'd see if everything was right. Said he guessed he'd had a close call. You know how he was. I got on the box, and went to do the evening work. I hurried as fast as I could. Coming back, clear across the yard I smelt burn and wool, and I dropped the milk and ran. I don't know no more about just what happened, and you do. The house was full of smoke. Pa was on the floor, most of the sitting-room door. His head and hair and hands awfully burned, his shirt pulled off, laying face down and clear gone. The minute I'd seen the way he laid I knew he was gone. The bed was poor in smoke, and one little blaze about six inches high was shooting up to the top. I got that out, and then I saw most of the fire was smothered between the blankets where he'd thrown them back to get out of the bed. I don't know why he fooled with the lamp. It always stood on the little table in his reach, but it was light enough to read fine print. All I can figure is that the light was going out of his eyes, and he thought it was getting dark, so he tried to light the lamp to see the deeds. He was fingering them when I left, but he didn't say he couldn't see them. The lamp was just on the bare edge of the table, the wick way up and blackened, the chimney smashed on the floor, the bed of fire. Those deeds are burned, gasped Kate. All of them? Are they all gone? Every last one, said Mrs. Bates. Well, if one is gone, thank God they all are, said Kate. Her mother turned swiftly and caught her arm. Say that again, she cried eagerly. Maybe I'm wrong about it, but it's what I think, said Kate. If the boys are crazy over all of them being gone, they'd do murder if part had theirs and the others had not. Mrs. Bates doubled over on Kate's shoulder suddenly and struggled with an inward spasm. You poor things, said Kate. This is dreadful. All of us know how you loved him, how you worked together. Can you think of anything I can do? Is there any special thing the matter? I'm afraid, whispered Mrs. Bates. OK, I'm so afraid. You know how set he was. You know how he worked himself and all of us. He had to know what he was doing when he fought the fire till the shirt burned off him. Her voice dropped to a harsh whisper. What do you suppose he's doing now? Any form of religious belief was a subject that had never been touched upon or talked of in the Bates family. Money was their God. Work their religion. Kate looked at her mother curiously. You mean you believe in afterlife, she said? Why, I suppose there must be something, she said. I think so myself, said Kate. I always have. I think there is a God and that Father is facing him now and finding out for the first time in his experience that he is very small potatoes, and what he planned and slayed for amounted to nothing in the scheme of the universe. I can't imagine Father being subdued by anything on earth, but it appeals to me that he will cut a pathetic figure before the throne of an almighty God. A slow grin twisted Mrs. Bates' lips. Well, wherever he went, she said, I guess he found out pretty quick that he was someplace at last where he couldn't be boss. I'm very sure he has, said Kate, and I am equally sure the discipline will be good for him. But his sons, his precious sons, what are they doing? Taking it according to their bent, said Mrs. Bates, Adam is insane, Hyrem is crying. Have you had a lawyer, asked Kate? What for? We all know the law on this subject better than we know our ABCs. Did your deed for this place go to, asked Kate? Yes, said Mrs. Bates, but mine was recorded, none of the others were. I get a third, and the rest will be cut up and divided, share and share alike among all of you, equally. I think it's going to kill Adam and ruin Andrew. It won't do either. But this is awful. I can see how the boys feel, and really, mother, this is no more fair to them than things have always been for the girls. By the way, what are they doing? Same as the boys, acting out their natures. Mary is openly rejoicing, so is Nancy Ellen. Hannah and Bertha at least can see the boys' side. The others say one thing before the boys and another among themselves. In the end the girls will have their shares and nobody can blame them. I don't myself, but I think Pa will rise from his grave when those farms are torn up. Don't worry, said Kate. He will have learned by now that graves are merely incidental, and that he has no option on real estate where he is. Leave him to his harp and tell me what you want done. I want you to see that it was all accidental. I want you to take care of me. I want you should think out the fair thing for all of us to do. I want you to keep sane and cool-headed and shame the others into behaving themselves. And I want you to smash down hard on their everlasting why didn't you do this and why didn't you do that. I reckon I've been told five hundred times already that I shouldn't have given the deeds. Josie say it, and then she sings it. Not give them to him. How could I help giving them to him? He'd have got up and got them himself if I hadn't. You've cut out something of a job for me, said Kate, but I'll do my best. Anyway, I can take care of you. Come on into the house now and let me clean you up, and then I'll talk the rest of them into reason if you stand back at me and let them see I'm acting for you. You go ahead, said Mrs. Bates. I'll back whatever you say, but keep them off me. Keep them off of me. After Kate had bathed her mother, helped her into fresh clothes and brushed her hair, she coaxed her to lie down, and by diplomatic talk and stroking her head, finally soothed her to sleep. Then she went down and announced the fact, asking them all to be quiet, and began making her way from group to group in an effort to restore mental balance and sanity. After Kate had invited all of them to go home and stay until time for the funeral Sunday morning, and all of them had emphatically declined, and eagerly had gone on straining the situation to the breaking point, Kate gave up and began setting the table. When any of them tried to talk or argue with her, she said conclusively, I shall not say one word about this until Monday. Then we will talk things over and find where we stand and what mother wants. This would be much easier for all of us if you'd all go home and calm down and plan out what you think would be the fair and just thing to do. Before evening Kate was back exactly where she left off, for when Mrs. Bates came downstairs her nerves quieted by her long sleep. She asked Kate what would be best about each question that arose, while Kate answered as nearly for all of them as her judgment and common sense dictated. But she gave the answer in her own way, and she paved the way by making a short, sharp speech when the first person said in her hearing that mother never should have given him the deeds. Not one of them said that again, while at Kate's suggestion, mentally and on scraps of paper, every single one of them figured that one-third of sixteen hundred and fifty was five hundred and fifty. Subtracted from sixteen hundred and fifty, this left one thousand one hundred, which, divided by sixteen, gave sixty-eight and three-fourths. This result gave Josie the hysterics, strong and capable though she was, made Hiram violently ill so that he resorted to garden palings for support, while Agatha used her influence suddenly and took Adam Junior home. As she came to Kate to say that they were going, Agatha was white as possible, her thin lips compressed, a red spot burning on either cheek. Adam and I shall take our departure now, Catherine, she said, standing very stiffly, her head held higher than Kate had ever thought it could be lifted. Kate put her arm around her sister and Lauren gave her a hearty hug. Tell Adam I will do what I think is fair and just, and use all the influence I have to get the others to do the same, she said. Fruitless said Agatha. Fruitless! Reason and justice have departed from this abode. I shall hasten my pace and take Adam where my influence is paramount. The state of affairs here is deplorable, perfectly deplorable. I shall not be missed, and I shall leave my mail offspring to take the place of his poor defrauded father. Adam, the third, was now a tall, handsome young man of twenty-two, quite as fond of Kate as ever. He wiped the dishes, and when the evening work was finished they talked with Mrs. Bates until they knew her every wish. The children had planned for a funeral from the church because it was large enough to seat the family and friends in comfort, but when they mentioned this to Mrs. Bates she delivered an ultimatum on the instant. You'll do no such thing, she cried. Pa never went to that church living. I'll not sanction him being carried their feet first when he's helpless, and will not scandalize the neighbors by fighting over money on Sunday, either. You'll all come Monday morning if you want anything to say about this. If you don't, I'll put through the business in short order. I'm sick to my soul of the whole thing. I'll wash my hands of it as quick as possible." So the families all went to their homes. Kate helped her mother to bed, and then she and Adam, third, tried to plan what would be best for the morrow. Afterward they sat down and figured until almost dawn. There's no faintest possibility of pleasing everyone, said Kate. The level best we can do is to devise some scheme whereby everyone will come as nearly being satisfied as possible. Can Aunt Josie and Aunt Mary keep from fighting across the grave? asked Adam. CHAPTER 17 THE BANNER HAND Monday morning Kate arose early, and had the house clean and everything ready when the first carriage load drove into the barnyard. As she helped her mother to dress, Mrs. Bates again evidenced a rebellious spirit. Nancy Allen had slipped upstairs and sewed fine white ruching in the neck and sleeves of her mother's best dress, her only dress, in fact, aside from the calicoes she worked in. Kate combed her mother's hair and drew it in loose waves across her temples. As she produced the dress, Mrs. Bates drew back. What did you stick them goo-gauze on my dress for? she demanded. I didn't, said Kate. Oh, it was Nancy Allen. Well, I don't see why she wanted to make a laughing stock of me, said Mrs. Bates. She didn't, said Kate. Everyone is wearing ruching now. She wanted her mother to have what the best of them have. Humpf! said Mrs. Bates. Well, I reckon I can stand it until noon, but it's going to be a hot dose. Haven't you a thin black dress, mother? asked Kate. No, said Mrs. Bates. I haven't, but you can make a pretty safe bet that I will have one before I start anywhere again in such weather as this. That's the proper spirit, said Kate. There comes Andrew. Let me put your bonnet on. She set the fine black bonnet Nancy Allen had bought on Mrs. Bates' head at the proper angle and tied the long wide silk ribbon beneath her chin. Mrs. Bates sat in martyr-like resignation. Kate was pleased with her mother's appearance. Look in the mirror, she said. See what a handsome lady you are. I ain't seen in a looking glass since I don't know when, said Mrs. Bates. Why should I begin now? Chances are you have rigged me up until I'll set the neighbors laughing, or else to saying that I didn't wait until the breath was out of Pa's body to begin primping. Nonsense, mother, said Kate. Nobody will say or think anything. Everyone will recognize Nancy Allen's fine Spensarian hand in that bonnet and ruching. Now for your veil. Mrs. Bates arose from her chair and stepped back. There, there, Katie, she said, you've gone far enough. I'll be sweat to a lather in this dress. I'll wear the head-rigan because I've got to, or set the neighbors' talk in how mean Pa was not to let me have a bonnet, and between the two I'd rather they'd take it out on me than on him. She steadied herself by the chair back and looked Kate in the eyes. Pa was always the banner-hand to boss everything, she said. He was so big and strong and so all-fired sure he was right, I never contraried him in the start. So before I noted, I was waiting for him to say what to do and then agreeing with him, even when I knowed he was wrong. So go and we got along fine, but it give me an awful smothered feeling at times. Kate stood looking at her mother intently, her brain racing, before she was thinking to herself, Good Lord! She means that to preserve the appearance of self-respect she systematically agreed with him, whether she thought he was right or wrong, because she was not able to hold her own against him. Nearly fifty years of life like that. Kate tossed the heavy black crepe veil back on the bed. Mother, she said, hear alone and between us, if I promise never to tell a living soul, will you tell me the truth about that deed business? Mrs. Bates seemed so agitated, Kate added. I mean how it started. If you thought it was right and a fair thing to do. Yes, I'll tell you that, said Mrs. Bates. It was not fair, and I saw it. I saw it good and plenty. There was no use to fight him. That would only adrove him to record them, but I was sick of it and I told him so. Kate was pinning her hat. I have planned for you to walk with Adam, she said. Well you can just change that plan, so far as I am concerned, said Mrs. Bates with finality. I ain't to go in with Adam. Somebody had told him about the deeds before he got here. He came in raven and he talked to me something terrible. He was the first to say I shouldn't to give paw the box, not give it to him, and he went farther than that, till I just rose up and called him down proper. But I ain't feeling good at him and I ain't going with him. I am going with you. I want somebody with me that understands me and feels a little for me, and I want the neighbors to see that the minute I'm boss, such a fine girl as you has her rightful place in her home. I'll go with you, or I'll sit down on this chair and sit here. But you didn't send for me, said Kate. No, I hadn't quite got round to it yet, but I was coming. I'd told all of them that you were the only one in the lot who had any sense, and I'd said I wished you were here, and as I see it, I'd ascent for you yesterday afternoon about three o'clock. I was coming to it fast. I didn't feel just like standing up for myself, but I took about all fault finding it was in me to bear. Just about three o'clock I'd ascent for you, Katie, sure as God made little apples. All right, then, said Kate, but if you don't tell them they'll always say I took the lead. Well, they got to say something, said Mrs. Bates. Most of them would die if they had to keep their mouth shut a while, but I'll tell them fast enough. Then she led the way downstairs. There were enough members of the immediate family to pack the front rooms of the house, the neighbors filled the dining room and door-yard. The church choir sang a hymn in front of the house. The minister stood on the front steps and read a chapter, and told where Mr. Bates had been born, married, the size of his family and possessions, said he was a good father, an honest neighbor, and very sensibly left his future with his God. Then the choir sang again and all started to their conveyances. As the breaking up began outside, Mrs. Bates arose and stepped to the foot of the casket. She steadied herself by it and said, Some time back I promised Pa that if he went before I did, at this time in his funeral ceremony I would set his black tin box on the foot of his coffin, and unlock before all of you, and in the order in which they lay, beginning with Adam, Jr., hand each of you boys the deed Pa had made you for the land you live on. You all know what happened, none of you know just how. It wouldn't bring the deeds back if you did, they're gone. But I want you boys to follow your father to his grave with nothing in your hearts against him. He was all for the men. I don't ever want to hear any of you criticize him about this, or me either. He did his best to make you upstanding men in your community, his one failing being that he liked being an upstanding man himself so well that he carried it too far, but his intentions was the best. As for me, I'd no idea how sick he was, and nobody else did. I minded him just like all the rest of you always did, the boys especially. From the church I want all of you to go home until tomorrow morning, and then I want my sons and daughters by birth only to come here, and we'll talk things over quietly, quietly mind you, and decide what to do. Katie, will you come with me? It was not quite a tearless funeral. Some of the daughters-in-law wept from nervous excitement, and some of the little children cried with fear, but there were no tears from the wife of Adam Bates, or his sons and daughters. And when he was left to the mercies of time, all of them followed Mrs. Bates' orders, except Nancy Allen and Robert, who stopped to help Kate with the dinner. Kate slipped into her second dress and went to work. Mrs. Bates untied her bonnet-strings and unfastened her dress-neck as they started home. She unbuttoned her waist going up the back-walk and pulled it off at the door. Well, if I ever put that thing on in July again, she said, you can use my head for a knock-mall. Nancy Allen, can't you stop at a store as you come out in the morning and get the goods, and you girls run me up a dress that is nice enough to go out in, and not so hot it starts me burning before my time? Of course I can, said Nancy Allen, about what you want to pay, mother. Whatever it takes to get a decent and a cool dress, cool mind you, said Mrs. Bates, and any color but black. Why, mother, cried Nancy Allen, it must be black. No, said Mrs. Bates. Pa kept me and black all my life on the supposition it showed the dirt the least. There's nothing in that. It shows dirt worse and white. I got my fill of black. You can get a nice cool gray if you want me to wear it. Well, I never, said Nancy Allen. What will the neighbors say? What do I care? asked Mrs. Bates. They've talked about me all my life. I'd be kind of lonesome if they used to quit. Dinner over. Kate proposed that her mother should lie down while they wash the dishes. I would like a little rest, said Mrs. Bates. I guess I'll go upstairs. You'll do nothing of the kind, said Kate. It's dreadfully hot up there. Go in the spare room where it is cool. We'll keep quiet. I am going to stay Tuesday until I move you in there, anyway. It's smaller, but it's big enough for one, and you'll feel much better there. OK, Dee, I'm so glad you thought of that, cried Mrs. Bates. I've been thinking and thinking about it, and it just seems as if I can't ever steal myself to go into that room to sleep again. I'll never enter that door that I don't see. You'll never enter it again as your room, said Kate. I'll fix you up before I go, and Sally Whistler told me last evening she would come and make her home with you if you wanted her. You like Sally, don't you? Yes, I like her fine, said Mrs. Bates. Quietly as possible the girls washed the dishes, pulled down the blinds, closed the front door, and slipped down in the orchard with Robert to talk things over. Nancy Allen was stiffly reserved with Kate, but she would speak when she was spoken to, which was so much better than silence that Kate was happy over it. Robert was himself. Kate thought she had never liked him so well. He seemed to grow even kinder and more considerate as the years passed. Nancy Allen was prettier than Kate had ever seen her, but there was a line of discontent around her mouth, and she spoke pettishly on slight provocation, or none at all. Now she was openly, brazenly, brutally frank in her rejoicing. She thought it was the best joke that ever happened to the boys, and she said so repeatedly. Kate found her lips closing more tightly and a slight feeling of revulsion growing in her heart. Surely in Nancy Allen's lovely home, cared for and shielded in every way, she had no such need of money as Kate had herself. She was delighted when Nancy Allen said she was sleepy, and was going to the living-room lounge for a nap. Then Kate produced her sheet of figures. Me and Robert talked the situation over, and carefully figured on how an adjustment, fair to all, could be made, until they were called to supper. After supper Nancy Allen and Robert went home, while Kate and her mother sat on the back porch and talked, until Kate had a clear understanding and a definite plan in her mind, which was that much improvement over wearing herself out in bitter revilings or selfish rejoicing over her brother's misfortune. Her mother listened to all she had to say, asked a question occasionally, objected to some things, and suggested others. They arose when they had covered every contingency they could think of and went upstairs to bed, even though the downstairs was cooler. As she undressed, Mrs. Bates said slowly, Now, in the morning, I'll speak my peace first, and I'll say it pretty plain. I got the whip-hand here for once in my life. They can't rave and fight here and insult me again, as they did Friday night and Saturday till you got here and shut them up. I won't stand it, that's flat. I'll tell him so, and that you speak for me, because you can figure faster and express yourself plainer. But insist that there be no fussing, and I'll back you. I don't know just what life has been doing to you, Katie, but, Lord, it has made a fine woman of you. Kate set her lips in an even line and said nothing, but her heart was the gladdest that had been in years. Her mother continued, Seems like Nancy Allen had all the chance. Most folks thought she was a lot the perdiest to start with, though I can't say that I ever saw so much difference. She's had leisure and petten, and her husband has made a mint of money. She's gone all over the country with him, and the more chance she has, the narrower she grows, and the more discontented her. One thing, she is awful disappointed about having no children. I pity her about that. Is it because she's a twin? asked Kate. I'm afraid so, said Mrs. Bates. You can't tell much about those things. They just seem to happen. Robert and Nancy Allen feel awful bad about it. Still she might do for others what she would for her own. The Lord knows there are enough mighty nice children in the world who need mothering. I want to see your children, Katie. Are they nice little folks, straight and good looking? The boy is, said Kate. The girl is good, with the exception of being the most stubborn child I've ever seen. She looks so much like a woman it almost sickens me to think of, that I have to drive myself to do her justice. What a pity, said Mrs. Bates, slowly. Oh, they are happy, healthy youngsters, said Kate. They get as much as we ever did and don't expect any more. I have yet to see a demonstrative Bates. Humpf, said Mrs. Bates. Well, you ought to been here Friday night, and I thought Adam came precious near at Saturday. Demonstrating power or anger, yes, said Kate. I meant affection. And isn't it the queerest thing how people are made? Of all the boys, Adam is the one who has had the most softening influences and who has made the most money, and yet he's acting the worst of all. It really seems as if failure and hardship make more of a human being of folks than success. You're right, said Mrs. Bates. Look at Nancy Ellen and Adam. Sometimes I think Adam has been pretty much galled with Agatha and her money all these years, and it just drives him crazy to think of having still less than she has. Have you got your figures all set down to back you up, Katie? Yes, said Kate. I've gone all over it with Robert, and he thinks it's the best and only thing that can be done. Now go to sleep. Each knew that the other was awake most of the night, but very few words passed between them. They were up early, dressed, and waiting when the first carriage stopped at the gate. Kate told her mother to stay where she would not be worried until she was needed, and went down herself to meet her brothers and sisters in the big living room. When the last one arrived, she called her mother. Mrs. Bates came down looking hollow-eyed, haggard, and grim, as none of her children ever before had seen her. She walked directly to the little table at the end of the room, and while still standing, she said, Now I've got a few words to say, and then I'll turn this over to a younger head and one better at figures than mine. I've said my say as to Pa yesterday. Now I'll say this for myself. I got my start minding Pa and agreeing with him young, but you needn't any of you throw it in my teeth now that I did. There is only one woman among you and no man who ever disobeyed him. Katie stood up to him once and got seven years from home to punish her and me. He wasn't right then, and I knew it, as I'd often known it before and pretty often since, but no woman God ever made could have lived with Adam Bates as his wife and contraried him. I didn't mind him any quicker or any oftener than the rest of you. Keep that pretty clear in your heads, and don't one of you dare to open your mouth again to tell me, as you did Saturday, what I should have done and what I shouldn't. I've had the law of this explained to me. You all know it for that matter. By the law I get this place and one third of all the other land and money. I don't know just what money there is at the bank or in notes and mortgages, but a sixteenth of it after my third is taken out ain't going to make or break any of you. I've told Katie what I'm willing to do on my part and she will explain it, and then tell you about a plan she has fixed up. As for me, you can take it or leave it. If you take it, well and good. If you don't, the law will be set in motion today and it will take its course to the end. It all depends on you. Now two things more. At the start, what Pa wanted to do seemed to me right, and I agreed with him and worked with him. But when my girls began to grow up, and I saw how they felt and how they struggled and worked, and how the women you boys married went ahead of my own girls and had finer homes and carriages and easier times, I got pretty sick of it, and I told Pa so more and once. He just raved whenever I did, and he always carried his keys in his pocket. I never touched his chest key in my life, till I handed him his deed-box Friday afternoon. But I agree with my girls. It's fair and right since things have come out as they have, that they should have their shares. I would too. The other thing is just this. I'm tired to death of the whole business. I want peace and rest, and I want it quick. Friday and Saturday I was so scared and so knocked out, I suppose I'd have took it if one of the sucking babies had risen up and commenced to tell me what I should have done, and what I shouldn't. I'm through with that. You will all keep civil tongues in your heads this morning, or I'll get up and go upstairs and lock myself in a room till you're gone. And if I go, it will mean that the law takes its course. And if it does, there will be three hundred acres less land to divide. You've had Pa on your hands all your lives. Now you will go civil and you will go easy, or you will get a taste of ma. I take no more talk from anybody. Katie, go ahead with your figures. Kate spread her sheet on the table and glanced around the room. The Milton County Records shows sixteen hundred and fifty acres standing in father's name, she said. Of these, mother is heir to five hundred and fifty acres, leaving one thousand one hundred acres to be divided among sixteen of us, which gives sixty-eight and three-fourths acres to each. This land is the finest that proper fertilization and careful handling can make. Even the poorest is the cream of the country as compared with the surrounding farms. As a basis of estimate, I have taken one hundred dollars an acre as a fair selling figure. Some is worth more, some less, but that is a good average. This would make the share of each of us in cash that could easily be realized, six thousand eight hundred and seventy-five dollars. Whatever else is in mortgages, notes and money can be collected as it is due, deposited in some bank, and when it is all in, divided equally among us after deducting mother's third. Now this is the law and those are the figures, but I shall venture to say that none of us feel right about it or ever will. An emphatic murmur of approval ran among the boys. Mary and Nancy Allen stoutly declared that they did. Oh no you don't, said Kate. If God made any woman of you so that she feels right and clean in her conscience about this deal, he made her wrong, and that is a thing that has not yet been proven of God. As I see it, here is the boys side. From childhood they were told, bribed and urged to miss holidays, work all week and often on Sunday, to push and slave on the promise of this land at twenty-one. They all got the land and money to stock it and build homes. They were told it was theirs, required to pay the taxes on it, and also to labor it any time and without wages for father. Not one of the boys, but has done several hundred dollars worth of work on father's farm for nothing, to keep him satisfied and to ensure getting his deed. All these years each man has paid his taxes, put thousands in improvements in rebuilding homes and barns, fertilizing and developing his land. Each one of these farms is worth nearly twice what it was the day it was received. That the boys should lose all this is no cause for rejoicing on the part of any true woman. As a fact no true woman would allow such a thing to happen. Speak for yourself, cried several of the girls at once. Now right here is where we come to a perfect understanding, said Kate. I did say that for myself, but in the main what I say I say for mother. Now you will not one of you interrupt me again, or this meeting closes, and each of you stands to lose more than two thousand dollars which is worth being civil for for quite a while. No more of that. I say any woman should be ashamed to take advantage of her brother through an accident, and rob him of years of work and money he was perfectly justified in thinking was his. I for one refuse to do it, and I want and need money probably more than any of you. To tear up these farms, to take more than half from the boys is too much. On the other hand, for the girls to help earn the land, to go with no inheritance at all is even more unfair. Now in order to arrive at a compromise that will leave each boy his farm, and give each girl the nearest possible to a fair amount, figuring in what the boys have spent in taxes and work for father, and what each girl has lost by not having her money to handle all these years, it is necessary to split the difference between the time Adam, the eldest, has had his inheritance, and Hiram, the youngest, came into possession, which by taking from and adding to gives a fair average of fifteen years. Now mother proposes if we will enter into an agreement this morning with no words and no wrangling to settle on this basis. She will relinquish her third of all other land and keep only this home farm. She even will allow the fifty lying across the road to be sold, and the money put into a general fund for the share of the girls. She will turn into this fund all money from notes and mortgages, and the sale of all stock, implements, etc. here, except what she wants to keep for her use, and the sum of three thousand dollars in cash to provide against old age. This releases quite a sum of money, and three hundred and fifty acres of land, which she gives to the boys to start this fund as her recompense for their work and loss, through a scheme in which she had a share in the start. She does this only on the understanding that the boys form a pool, and in some way take from what they have saved, sell timber or cattle, or borrow enough money to add to this sufficient to pay to each girl six thousand dollars in cash in three months. Now get out your pencils and figure. Start with the original number of acres at fifty dollars an acre, which is what it cost father on an average. Balance against each other what the boys have lost in tax and work, and the girls have lost in not having their money to handle and cross it off. Then figure, not on a basis of what the boys have made this land worth, but on what it cost father's estate to buy, build on, and stock each farm. Strike the fifteen-year average on prices and profits. Figure that the girls get all their money practically immediately to pay for the time they have been out of it, while each boy assumes an equal share of the indebtedness required to finish out the six thousand after mother has turned in what she is willing to if this is settled here and now. Then I understand, said Mary, that if we take under the law, each of us is entitled to sixty-eight and three-quarter acres, and if we take under mother's proposition we are entitled to eighty-seven and a half acres. No, no, EA, said Kate, the old nickname for exceptional ability slipping out before she thought. No, no, not so. You take sixty-eight and three-quarters under the law. Mother's proposition is made only to the boys and only on condition that they settle here and now, because she feels responsible to them for her share in rearing them and starting them out as she did. By accepting her proposition, you lose eight hundred and seventy-five dollars approximately. The boys lose on the same basis, figuring at fifty dollars an acre, six thousand five hundred and sixty-two dollars and fifty cents, plus their work in taxes, and minus what mother will turn in, which will be about, let me see, it will take a pool of fifty-four thousand dollars to pay each of us six thousand. If mother raises thirty-five thousand plus sale money and notes, it will leave about nineteen thousand for the boys, which will divide up at nearly two thousand five hundred for them to lose, as against less than a thousand for us. That should be enough to square matters with any right-minded woman, even in our positions. It will give us that much cash in hand. It will leave the boys, some of the younger ones, in debt for years if they hold their land. What more do you want? I want the last cent that is coming to me, said Mary. I thought you would, said Kate, yet you have the best home and the most money of any of the girls living on farms. I settle under this proposition, because it is fair and just and what mother wants done. If she feels that this is defrauding the girls any, she can arrange to leave what she has to us at her death, which would more than square matters in our favor. You hold on there, Katie, said Mrs. Bates, you're going too fast. I'll get what's coming to me and hang on to it a while before I decide which way the cat jumps. I reckon you'll all admit that in mothering the sixteen of you, doing my share indoors and out and living with Pa for all these years I've earned it. I'll not time myself up in any way. I'll do just what I please with mine. Figure in all I've told you to. For the rest, let be. I beg your pardon, said Kate. You're right, of course. I'll sign this, and I shall expect every sister I have to do the same, quickly and cheerfully, as the best way out of a bad business that has hurt all of us for years, and then I shall expect the boys to follow like men. It's the fairest, decentest thing we can do. Let's get it over. Kate picked up the pen, handed it to her mother, signed afterward herself, and then carried it to each of her sisters, leaving Nancy Ellen and Mary until last. All of them signed up to Nancy Ellen. She hesitated and she whispered to Kate, did Robert? Kate nodded. Nancy Ellen thought deeply a minute, and then said slowly, I guess it is the quickest and best we can do. So she signed. Mary hesitated longer, but finally added her name. Kate passed on to the boys, beginning with Adam. Slowly he wrote his name, and as he handed back the paper he said, Thank you, Kate. I believe it's the sanest thing we can do. I can make it easier than the younger boys. Then help them, said Kate terstly, passing on. Each boy signed in turn. All of them pleased with the chance. It was so much better than they had hoped that it was a great relief which most of them admitted. So they followed Adam's example in thanking Kate, for all of them knew that in her brain had originated the scheme, which seemed to make the best of their troubles. Then they sat closer, and talked things over calmly and dispassionately. It was agreed that Adam and his mother should drive to Hartley the following afternoon, and arrange for him to take out papers of administration for her and start the adjustment of affairs. They all went home thinking more of each other, and Kate especially, than ever before. Mrs. Bates got dinner, while Kate and Nancy Ellen went to work on the cool grey dress, so that it would be ready for the next afternoon. While her mother was away, Kate cleaned the spare bedroom and moved her mother's possessions into it. She made it as convenient and comfortable and as pretty as she could, but the house was buried to austerity, so that her attempt at prettifying was rather a failure. Then she opened the closed room and cleaned it, after studying it most carefully as it stood. The longer she worked, the stronger became a conviction that was slowly working its way into her brain. When she could do no more she packed her telescope, installed Sally Whistler in her father's room, and rode to Hartley with a neighbor. From there she took the Wednesday hack for Walden.