Part 30 (2/2)

But Dr. Hale, if he had been before inaccessible, had now become so heavily fortified, so empanoplied in armor offensive and defensive, that even Mrs. Pettigrew found it difficult to obtain speech with him.

That his best friend, so long supporting him in cheerful bachelorhood, should have thus late laid down his arms, was bitterly resented. That Mr. Skee, free lance of years standing, and risen victor from several ”stricken fields,” should show signs of capitulation, annoyed him further. Whether these feelings derived their intensity from another, which he entirely refused to acknowledge, is matter for the psychologist, and Dr. Hale avoided all psychologic self-examination.

With the boys he was always a hero. They admired his quiet strength and the unbroken good nature that was always presented to those about him, whatever his inner feelings.

Mr. Peters burst forth to the others one day, in tones of impa.s.sioned admiration.

”By George, fellows,” he said, ”you know how nice Doc was last night?”

”Never saw him when he wasn't,” said Archie.

”Don't interrupt Mr. Peters,” drawled Percy. ”He's on the brink of a scientific discovery. Strange how these secrets of nature can lie unrevealed about us so long--and then suddenly burst upon our ken!”

Mr. Peters grinned affably. ”That's all right, but I maintain my a.s.sertion; whatever the general attraction of our n.o.ble host, you'll admit that on the special occasion of yesterday evening, which we celebrated to a late hour by innocent games of cards--he was--as usual--the soul of--of----”

”Affability?” suggested Percy.

”Precisely!” Peters admitted. ”If there is a well-chosen word which perfectly describes the manner of Dr. Richard Hale--it is affable!

Thank you, sir, thank you. Well, what I wish to announce, so that you can all of you get down on your knees at once and wors.h.i.+p, is that all last evening he--had a toothache--a bad toothache!”

”My word!” said Archie, and remained silent.

”Oh, come now,” Percy protested, ”that's against nature. Have a toothache and not _mention_ it? Not even mention it--without exaggeration! Why Archimedes couldn't do that! Or--Sandalphon--or any of them!”

”How'd you learn the facts, my son? Tell us that.”

”Heard him on the 'phone making an appointment. 'Yes;' 'since noon yesterday,' 'yes, pretty severe.' '11:30? You can't make it earlier?

All right.' I'm just mentioning it to convince you fellows that you don't appreciate your opportunities. There was some exceptional Female once--they said 'to know her was a liberal education.' What would you call it to live with Dr. Hale?”

And they called it every fine thing they could think of; for these boys knew better than anyone else, the effect of that a.s.sociation.

His patients knew him as wise, gentle, efficient, bringing a sense of hope and a.s.surance by the mere touch of that strong hand; his professional a.s.sociates in the town knew him as a good pract.i.tioner and friend, and wider medical circles, readers of his articles in the professional press had an even higher opinion of his powers.

Yet none of these knew Richard Hale. None saw him sitting late in his office, the pages of his book unturned, his eyes on the red s.p.a.ces of the fire. No one was with him on those night tramps that left but an hour or two of sleep to the long night, and made that sleep irresistible from self-enforced fatigue. He had left the a.s.sociations of his youth and deliberately selected this far-off mountain town to build the life he chose; and if he found it unsatisfying no one was the wiser.

His successive relays of boys, young fellows fresh from the East, coming from year to year and going from year to year as business called them, could and did give good testimony as to the home side of his character, however. It was not in nature that they should speculate about him. As they fell in love and out again with the facility of so many Romeos, they discoursed among themselves as to his misogyny.

”He certainly has a grouch on women,” they would admit. ”That's the one thing you can't talk to him about--shuts up like a clam. Of course, he'll let you talk about your own feelings and experiences, but you might as well talk to the side of a hill. I wonder what did happen to him?”

They made no inquiry, however. It was reported that a minister's wife, a person of determined character, had had the courage of her inquisitiveness, and asked him once, ”Why is it that you have never married, Dr. Hale?” And that he had replied, ”It is owing to my dislike of the meddlesomeness of women.” He lived his own life, unquestioned, now more markedly withdrawn than ever, coming no more to The Cottonwoods.

Even when Morton Elder left, suddenly and without warning, to the great grief of his aunt and astonishment of his sister, their medical neighbor still ”sulked in his tent”--or at least in his office.

Morton's departure had but one explanation; it must be that Vivian had refused him, and she did not deny it.

”But why, Vivian, why? He has improved so--it was just getting lovely to see how nice he was getting. And we all thought you were so happy.”

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