Part 13 (1/2)

Sevenoaks J. G. Holland 64580K 2022-07-22

”I knowed ye'd thry it faithful, an' if ye didn't do it there'd be niver a man to blame but Mike Conlin.”

Jim said no more, but went to work and got a bountiful supper for Mike.

When he had finished, he took him over to Number Ten, where Harry and Turk were watching. Quietly opening the door of the cabin, he entered.

Benedict lay on his bed, his rapt eyes looking up to the roof. His clean-cut, deathly face, his long, tangled locks, and the comfortable appointments about him, were all scanned by Mike, and, without saying a word, both turned and retired.

”Mike,” said Jim, as they retraced their way, ”that man an' me was like brothers. I found 'im in the devil's own hole, an' any man as comes atween me an' him must look out fur 'imself forever arter. Jim Fenton's a good-natered man when he ain't riled, but he'd sooner fight nor eat when he is. Will ye help me, or won't ye?”

Mike made no reply, but opened his pack and brought out a tumbler of jelly. ”There, ye b.l.o.o.d.y blaggard, wouldn't ye be afther lickin' that now?” said he; and then, as he proceeded to unload the pack, his tongue ran on in comment. (A paper of crackers.) ”Mash 'em all to smithereens now. Give it to 'em, Jim.” (A roasted chicken.) ”Pitch intil the rooster, Jim. Crack every bone in 'is body.” (A bottle of brandy.) ”Knock the head aff his shoolders and suck 'is blood.” (A package of tea.) ”Down with the tay! It's insulted ye, Jim.” (A piece of maple sugar.) ”Och! the owld, brown rascal! ye'll be afther doin Jim Fenton a bad turn, will ye? Ye'll be brakin 'is teeth fur 'im.” Then followed a plate, cup and saucer, and these were supplemented by an old s.h.i.+rt and various knick-knacks that only a woman would remember in trying to provide for an invalid far away from the conveniences and comforts of home.

Jim watched Mike with tearful eyes, which grew more and more loaded and luminous as the disgorgement of the contents of the pack progressed.

”Mike, will ye forgive me?” said Jim, stretching out his hand. ”I was afeared the money'd be too many for ye; but barrin' yer big foot an' the ugly nose that's on ye, ye're an angel.”

”Niver ye mind me fut,” responded Mike. ”Me inimies don't like it, an'

they can give a good raison fur it; an' as fur me nose, it'll look worser nor it does now when Jim Fenton gets a crack at it.”

”Mike,” said Jim, ”ye hurt me. Here's my hand, an' honors are easy.”

Mike took the hand without more ado, and then sat back and told Jim all about it.

”Ye see, afther ye wint away that night I jist lay down an' got a bit iv a shnooze, an' in the mornin' I shtarted for me owld horse. It was a big thramp to where ye lift him, and comin' back purty slow, I picked up a few shticks and put intil the wagin for me owld woman--pine knots an'

the like o' that. I didn't git home much afore darruk, and me owld horse wasn't more nor in the shtable an' I 'atin' me supper, quiet like, afore Belcher druv up to me house wid his purty man on the seat wid 'im. An'

says he: 'Mike Conlin! Mike Conlin! Come to the dour wid ye!' So I wint to the dour, an' he says, says he: 'Hev ye seen a crazy old feller wid a b'y?' An' says I: 'There's no crazy owld feller wid a b'y been by me house in the daytime. If they wint by at all at all, it was when me family was aslape.' Then he got out of his wagin and come in, and he looked 'round in all the corners careless like, and thin he said he wanted to go to the barrun. So we wint to the barrun, and he looked all about purty careful, and he says, says he: 'What ye been doin' wid the owld horse on a Sunday, Mike?' And says I to him, says I: 'Jist a pickin' up a few shticks for the owld woman.' An' when he come out he see the shticks in the wagin, and he says, says he: 'Mike, if ye'll find these fellers in the woods I'll give ye five hundred dollars.' And says I: 'Squire Belcher,' says I (for I knowed he had a wake shpot in 'im), 'ye are richer nor a king, and Mike Conlin's no betther nor a pauper himself. Give me a hundred dollars,' says I, 'an' I'll thry it. And be gorry I've got it right there' (slapping his pocket.) 'Take along somethin' for 'em to ate,' says he, 'and faith I've done that same and found me min; an' now I'll stay wid ye fur a week an' 'arn me hundred dollars.”

The week that Mike promised Jim was like a lifetime. To have some one with him to share his vigils and his responsibility lifted a great burden from his shoulders. But the sick man grew weaker and weaker every day. He was a.s.siduously nursed and literally fed with dainties; but the two men went about their duties with solemn faces, and talked almost in a whisper. Occasionally one of them went out for delicate game, and by alternate watches they managed to get sufficient sleep to recruit their exhausted energies.

One morning, after Mike had been there four or five days, both stood by Benedict's bed, and felt that a crisis was upon him. A great uneasiness had possessed him for some hours, and then he had sunk away into a stupor or a sleep, they could not determine which.

The two men watched him for a while, and then went out and sat down on a log in front of the cabin, and held a consultation.

”Mike,” said Jim, ”somethin' must be did. We've did our best an' nothin'

comes on't; an' Benedict is nearer Abram's bosom nor I ever meant he should come in my time. I ain't no doctor; you ain't no doctor. We've nussed 'im the best we knowed, but I guess he's a goner. It's too thunderin' bad, for I'd set my heart on puttin' 'im through.”

”Well,” said Mike, ”I've got me hundred dollars, and you'll git yer pay in the nixt wurruld.”

”I don't want no pay,” responded Jim. ”An' what do ye know about the next world, anyway?”

”The praste says there is one,” said Mike.

”The priest be hanged! What does he know about it?”

”That's his business,” said Mike. ”It's not for the like o' me to answer for the praste.”

”Well, I wish he was here, in Number Nine, an' we'd see what we could git out of 'im. I've got to the eend o' my rope.”

The truth was that Jim was becoming religious. When his own strong right hand failed in any enterprise, he always came to a point where the possibilities of a superior wisdom and power dawned upon him. He had never offered a prayer in his life, but the wish for some medium or instrument of intercession was strong within him. At last an idea struck him, and he turned to Mike and told him to go down to his old cabin, and stay there while he sent the boy back to him.

When Harry came up, with an anxious face, Jim took him between his knees.

”Little feller,” said he, ”I need comfortin'. It's a comfort to have ye here in my arms, an' I don't never want to have you go 'way from me.