Part 68 (1/2)

It was so simple, so complete, and so wonderfully, gorgeously Egbertian.

A little matter of arithmetic, that was all. Merely the subst.i.tution of twenty or thirty thousand dollars and a landed estate for five--no, three--thousand dollars and a somewhat cramped future at the Fair Harbor. The ladies in the case were incidental. When the choice was offered him the businesslike Phillips hesitated not a moment. He was on with the new love even before he was off with the old. And, in order to avoid the unpleasantness which was sure to ensue when the old found it out, he had arranged to be married at Denboro and to be far afield upon his wedding tour before the news reached Bayport.

Everything was clear now. Elvira's windfall explained it all. It was her money which had paid Captain Elkanah, and Sarah Macomber, and the livery man, and no doubt many another of Egbert's little bills. It was her money that was paying the honeymoon expenses. And, of course, it was her sixteen hundred dollars which had just been handed to Sears Kendrick in the parlor of the parsonage.

No wonder that, under the circ.u.mstances, Egbert had chosen to pay. It must have been a nerve-racking session for him, that interview with the captain. Each minute might bring his bride-to-be to the parsonage door, and if she learned before marriage of Cordelia's bonds and the Kent-Phillips stock speculation, not to mention the threatened arrest and consequent scandal, why--well, Elvira was fatuously smitten, but the chances were that the wedding would have been postponed, if nothing worse. No wonder Egbert preferred parting with a portion of his lady-love's fortune to the risk of parting with the lady herself--and the remainder of it.

Sears did not tell Judah of the elopement. He did not feel like it, then. His had been a tiring day and the strain upon his own nerves not slight. He wanted to rest, he wanted to think, and he did not want to talk. Judah spared him the trouble; he did talking enough for two.

After supper George Kent came hurrying into the yard. Sears had expected him and, when he came, led him into the ”spare stateroom” and closed the door. Then, without any preliminaries, he took the sixteen hundred dollars from his wallet and gave them to him.

”There's your money, George,” he said.

Kent could not believe it. He had come here, in the last stages of despair. This was practically his final day of grace. The afternoon mail had brought him another letter from his brother-in-law, making immediate demand and threatening drastic action within the week. He had come, haggard, nervous and trembling, ready to proclaim again his intention of self-destruction.

He sat there, staring at the money in his hand, saying nothing. His face was as white as the clean towels on the captain's washstand. Kendrick, leaning forward, laid a hand on his knee.

”Brace up, George,” he ordered, sharply. ”Don't let go of the wheel.”

Kent slowly lifted his gaze from the roll of bills to his friend's face.

”You--you _got_ it!” he faltered.

”_I_ got it--all of it. There's the whole sixteen hundred there. Count it.”

”But--but, oh, my G.o.d! I--I----”

”Sshh! Steady as she is, George. Count your money. Put it on the table here by the lamp.”

He took the bills from Kent's shaking fingers, arranged them on the table and, at last, coaxed or drove the young man into beginning to count them. Of course it was Kendrick himself who really counted; his companion did little but pick up the bank notes and drop them again.

Suddenly, in the midst of the performance, he stopped, put his hands to his face and burst into hysterical sobs.

Sears let him cry for a time, merely stepping across to make sure that the bedroom door was tightly closed, and then standing above him with his hands on the bowed shoulders. After a little the sobs ceased. A moment later and George raised his head.

”Oh!” he exclaimed. ”What a--a kid I am!”

Sears, who had been thinking pretty nearly that very thing, patted the shoulder beneath his hand.

”All right, George,” he said. ”Bein' a kid is no crime. In fact, it has some advantages.”

”But--but, you see--I--I have been through purgatory this week, I----”

”I know. But you're all through and out now.”

”Yes, I--I am. By George, I am, aren't I!... And you did it for me.

_You_ did!”

”Never mind that. I enjoyed doin' it. Yes,” with a slight smile, ”I had a pretty good time, take it by and large.”

”And you got the--the whole of it! The whole!”