The Girls of Hillcrest Farm Part 31

It was their duty to take all the boarders they could get. Mr. Spink added his quota to their profits. 'Phemie was just as eager as Lyddy to keep father on the farm and out of the shop that had so nearly proved fatal to him.

"So there's no use in refusing to swallow the breakfast food magnate,"

decided 'Phemie. "We'll down him, and if we have to make a face at the bitter dose, all right!"

Professor Spink came the very next evening. He was a distinct addition to the party at supper. Indeed, his booming voice, his well rounded periods, his unctuous manner, his frock coat, and his entire physical and mental make-up seemed to dominate the dining-room.

Mr. Colesworth listened to his supposedly scientific jargon with a quiet smile; the geologist plainly sized up Professor Spink for the quack he was. Mr. Bray tried to be a polite listener to all the big man said.

The girls were utterly silenced by the ever-flowing voice of the ex-medicine show lecturer; but Mr. Somers was inclined to argue on a point or two with Professor Spink. This, however, only made the man "boom" the louder.

Mrs. Castle seemed willing to listen to the Professor's verbosity and agreed with all he said. She was willing after supper to withdraw from the usual cribbage game and play "enthralled audience" for the ex-lecturer's harangues.

He boomed away at her upon a number of subjects, while she placidly nodded acquiescence and made her knitting needles flash--and he talked, and talked, and talked.

When the little old lady retired to bed Lyddy went to her room, as she usually did, to see if she was comfortable for the night.

"I am afraid our new guest rather bored you, Mrs. Castle?" Lyddy ventured.

"On the contrary, Lydia," replied the old lady, promptly, "his talk is very soothing; and I can knit with perfect a.s.surance that I shall not miss count while he is talking--for I don't really listen to a word he says!"

Professor Spink did not, however, make himself offensive. He only seemed likely to become a dreadful bore.

During the day he wandered about the farm--a good deal like Mr.

Colesworth. Only he did not carry with him a little hammer and bag.

'Phemie wondered if the professor had not come here to board for the express purpose of continuing his mysterious search at the back of the farm without arousing either objection or comment.

He watched Mr. Colesworth, too. There could be no doubt of that. When the old geologist started out with his hammer and bag, the professor trailed him. But the two never went together.

Mr. Colesworth often brought in curious specimens of rock; but he said frankly that he had come across no mineral of value on the farm in sufficient quant.i.ties to promise the owner returns for mining the ore.

Aunt Jane, too, had said that the rocks back of Hillcrest had been examined by geologists time and again. There was no mineral treasure on the farm. _That_ was surely not the secret of the rocks--and it wasn't mineral Professor Spink was after.

But the week pa.s.sed without 'Phemie's having studied out a single sensible idea about the matter. Friday was a very hard and busy day for the girls. It was the big baking day of the week. They made a fire twice in the big brick oven, and left two pots of beans in it over night.

"But there's enough in the larder to last over Sunday, thanks be!" sighed 'Phemie, when she and Lyddy crept to bed.

"I hope so. What a lot they do eat!" said Lyddy, sleepily.

"A double baking of bread. A dozen apple pies; four squash pies; and an extra lemon-meringue for Sunday dinner. Oh, dear, Lyd! I wish you'd let me go and ask Maw Pritchett for her Dutch oven."

"No," replied the older sister, drowsily. "We will not risk a refusal.

Besides, Mr. Somers said something about an old lady over the ridge--beyond the chapel--who is selling out--or being sold out--Mrs.

Harrison. Maybe she has something of the kind that she will sell cheap."

"Well--that--old--brick--oven--is--kill--ing--me!" yawned 'Phemie, and then was sound asleep in half a minute.

The next morning, however, the girls hustled about as rapidly as possible and when Lucas drove up with young Mr. Colesworth they were ready to take a drive with the young farmer over the ridge.

"We want to see what this Mrs. Harrison has to sell," explained Lyddy to Lucas. "You see, we need some things."

"All right," he agreed. "I'll take ye. But whether the poor old critter is let to sell anything private, or not, I dunno. They sold her real estate last week, and this sale of household goods is to satisfy the judgment. The farm wasn't much, and it went for a song. Poor old critter!

She is certainly getting the worst end of it, and after putting up with Bob Harrison's crotchets so many years."

'Phemie was interested in Mrs. Harrison and wanted to ask Lucas about her; but just as they started Harris Colesworth darted out of the house again, having seen his father.

"Hold on! don't be stingy!" he cried. "There's a seat empty beside you, Miss Lyddy. Can't I go, too?"

Now, how could you refuse a person as bold as that? Besides, Harris was a "paying guest" and she did not want to offend him! So Lyddy bowed demurely and young Colesworth hopped in.

"Let 'em go, Lucas!" he cried. "Now, this is what _I_ call a mighty nice little family party--I don't see Somers in it."

At that Lucas laughed so he could scarcely hold the reins. But Lyddy only looked offended.

"Stop your silly giggling, Lucas," commanded 'Phemie, fearful that her sister would become angry and "speak out in meeting." "I want to know all about this Mrs. Harrison."

"Is that where you're bound--to the Widow Harrison's?" asked Harris.

"I have been told that our new friend, Professor Spink, has sold her out--stock, lock, and barrel."

"Is _that_ who is making her trouble?" demanded 'Phemie, hotly. "I _knew_ he was a mean man."

"Well, he was a bad man to go to for money, I reckon," agreed Harris.

"Bob Harrison didn't mortgage his place to Jud Spink," explained Lucas.

"No sir! He got the money of Reuben Smiles, years ago. And he and his widder allus paid the intrust prompt."

"Well--how did it come into Spink's hands?"

"Why--I dunno. Guess Spink offered Smiles a bonus. At any rate, the original mortgage had long since run out, and was bein' renewed from year to year. When it come time for renewal, Jud Spink showed his hand and foreclosed. They had a sale, and it didn't begin to pay the face of the mortgage. You see, the place had all run down. Bob hadn't turned a stroke of work on it for years before he died, and the widder'd only made s.h.i.+ft to make a garden.

"Wal, there was a clause covering all personal property--and the widder had subscribed to it. So now the sheriff is going to have a vendue an' see if he kin satisfy Jud Spink's claim in full. Dunno what _will_ become of Mis' Harrison," added Lucas, shaking his head. "She's quite spry, if she is old; but she ain't got a soul beholden to her, an' I reckon she'll be took to the poor farm."

CHAPTER XX

THE TEMPERANCE CLUB AGAIN

The boys sat in the buckboard and talked earnestly while Lyddy and 'Phemie Bray "visited" with the Widow Harrison. She was a tall, gaunt, sad woman--quite "spry," as Lucas had said; but she was evidently troubled about her future.

Her poor sticks of furniture could not bring any great sum at the auction, which was slated for the next Monday. She admitted to the Bray girls that she expected the money raised would all have to go to the mortgagee.

"I _did_ 'spect I'd be 'lowed to live here in Bob's place till I died,"

she sighed. "Bob was hard to git along with. I paid dear for my home, I did. And now it's goin' to be took away from me."

"And you have no relatives, Mrs. Harrison? n.o.body whose home you would be welcome in?" asked Lyddy, thoughtfully.