Sevenoaks Part 9
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"Well, Doctor, that has all riz sence I come in here."
"Are you sure?" inquired the Doctor, mollified in the presence of a fact that might prove to be of scientific interest.
"I'd jest combed it when you come this mornin'. D'ye ever see anythin'
like that? How am I goin' to git it down?"
"Very singular," said the Doctor.
"Yes, an' look here! D'ye see the har on the back o' my hand? That stands up jest the same. Why, Doctor, I feel like a hedgehog! What am I goin' to do?"
"Why, this is really very interesting!" said the Doctor, taking out his note-book. "What is your name?"
"Jim Fenton."
"Age?"
"Thirty or forty--somewhere along there."
"H'm!" exclaimed the Doctor, writing out the whole reply. "Occupation?"
"M.D., three C's, double X., two I's."
"H'm! What do you do?"
"Trap, mostly."
"Religious?"
"When I'm skeered."
"Nativity?"
"Which?"
"What is your parentage? Where were you born?"
"Well, my father was an Englishman, my mother was a Scotchman, I was born in Ireland, raised in Canady, and have lived for ten year in Number Nine."
"How does your head feel now?"
"It feels as if every har was a pin. Do you s'pose it'll strike in?"
The Doctor looked him over as if he were a bullock, and went on with his statistics: "Weight, about two hundred pounds; height, six feet two; temperament, sanguine-bilious."
"Some time when you are in Sevenoaks," said the Doctor, slipping his pencil into its sheath in his note-book, and putting his book in his pocket, "come and see me."
"And stay all night?" inquired Jim, innocently.
"I'd like to see the case again," said Dr. Radcliffe, nodding. "I shall not detain you long. The matter has a certain scientific interest."
"Well, good-bye, Doctor," said Jim, holding down his hair. "I'm off for Number Nine. I'm much obleeged for lettin' me go round with ye; an' I never want to go agin."
Jim went out into the pleasant morning air. The sun had dispelled the light frost of the night, the sky was blue overhead, and the blue-birds, whose first spring notes were as sweet and fresh as the blossoms of the arbutus, were caroling among the maples. Far away to the north he could see the mountain at whose foot his cabin stood, red in the suns.h.i.+ne, save where in the deeper gorges the snow still lingered. Sevenoaks lay at the foot of the hill, on the other hand, and he could see the people pa.s.sing to and fro along its streets, and, perched upon the hill-side among its trees and gardens, the paradise that wealth had built for Robert Belcher. The first emotion that thrilled him as he emerged from the shadows of misery and mental alienation was that of grat.i.tude. He filled his lungs with the vitalizing air, but expired his long breath with a sigh.
"What bothers me," said Jim to himself, "is, that the Lord lets one set of people that is happy, make it so thunderin' rough for another set of people that is onhappy. An' there's another thing that bothers me," he said, continuing his audible cogitations. "How do they 'xpect a feller is goin' to git well, when they put 'im where a well feller'd git sick?
I vow I think that poor old creetur that wanted me to kill her is straighter in her brains than any body I seen on the lot. I couldn't live there a week, an' if I was a hopeless case, an' know'd it, I'd hang myself on a nail."
Jim saw his host across the road, and went over to him. Mr. Buffum had had a hard time with his pipes that morning, and was hoa.r.s.e and very red in the face.
"Jolly lot you've got over there," said Jim. "If I had sech a family as them, I'd take 'em 'round for a show, and hire Belcher's man to do the talkin'. 'Walk up, gentlemen, walk up, and see how a Christian can treat a feller bein'. Here's a feller that's got sense enough left to think he's in h.e.l.l. Observe his wickedness, gentlemen, and don't be afraid to use your handkerchers.'"
As Jim talked, he found he was getting angry, and that the refractory hair that covered his poll began to feel hot. It would not do to betray his feelings, so he ended his sally with a huge laugh that had about as much music and heartiness in it as the caw of a crow. Buffum joined him with his wheezy chuckle, but having sense enough to see that Jim had really been pained, he explained that he kept his paupers as well as he could afford to.
"Oh, I know it," said Jim. "If there's anything wrong about it, it don't begin with you, Buffum, nor it don't end with you; but it seems a little rough to a feller like me to see people shut up, an' in the dark, when there's good breathin' an' any amount o' suns.h.i.+ne to be had, free gratis for nothin'."
"Well, they don't know the difference," said Buffum.
"Arter a while, I guess they don't," Jim responded; "an', now, what's the damage? for I've got to go 'long."
"I sha'n't charge you anything," whispered Mr. Buffum. "You hav'n't said anything about old Tilden, and it's just as well."
Jim winked, nodded, and indicated that he not only understood Mr.
Buffum, but would act upon his hint. Then he went into the house, bade good-bye to Mr. Buffum's "women," kissed his hand gallantly to the elder Miss Buffum, who declared, in revenge, that she would not help him on with his pack, although she had intended to do so, ands after having gathered his burdens, trudged off northward.
From the time he entered the establishment on the previous evening, he had not caught a glimpse of Harry Benedict. "He's cute," said Jim, "an'
jest the little chap for this business." As he came near the stump over the brow of the hill, behind which the poor-house buildings disappeared, he saw first the brim of an old hat, then one eye, then an eager, laughing face, and then the whole trim little figure. The lad was transformed. Jim thought when he saw him first that he was a pretty boy, but there was something about him now that thrilled the woodsman with admiration.
Jim came up to him with: "Mornin,' Harry!" and the mountain that shone so gloriously in the light before him, was not more sunny than Jim's face. He sat down behind the stump without removing his pack, and once more had the little fellow in his arms.
"Harry," said Jim, "I've had ye in my arms all night--a little live thing--an' I've be'n a longin' to git at ye agin. If ye want to, very much, you can put yer arms round my neck, an' hug me like a little bar.
Thar, that's right, that's right. I shall feel it till I see ye agin.
Ye've been thinkin' 'bout what I telled ye last night?"
"Oh yes!" responded the boy, eagerly, "all the time."
"Well, now, do you know the days--Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and the rest of 'em?"
"Yes, sir, all of them."
"Now, remember, to-day is Wednesday. It will be seven days to next Wednesday, then Thursday will be eight, Friday, nine, Sat.u.r.day, ten. You always know when Sat.u.r.day comes, don't ye?"
"Yes, because it's our school holiday," replied Harry.
"Well, then, in ten days--that is, a week from next Sat.u.r.day--I shall come agin. Sat.u.r.day night, don't ye go to bed. Leastways, ef ye do, ye must git out of the house afore ten o'clock, and come straight to this old stump. Can ye git away, an' n.o.body seen ye?"
"Yes, I hope so," replied the boy. "They don't mind anything about us. I could stay out all night, and they wouldn't know where I was."
"Well, that's all right, now. Remember--be jest here with all the clo'es ye've got, at ten o'clock, Sat.u.r.day night--ten days off--cut 'em in a stick every day--the next Sat.u.r.day after the next one, an' don't git mixed."
Sevenoaks Part 9
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