Part 28 (1/2)
”I should certainly render you the best service I could,” he said; ”but you would not expect me to say anything to Squire Rawson that I did not believe? He has talked with me about these lands, and he knows their value just as well as you do.”
Mr. Wickersham looked at him with a cold light in his eyes, which suddenly recalled Ferdy to Keith.
”I don't think that you and I will suit each other, young man,” he said.
Keith's face flushed; he rose. ”I don't think we should, Mr. Wickersham.
Good morning.” And turning, he walked out of the room with his head very high.
As he pa.s.sed out he saw Ferdy. He was giving some directions to a clerk, and his tone was one that made Keith glad he was not under him.
”Haven't you any brains at all?” Keith heard him say.
”Yes, but I did not understand you.”
”Then you are a fool,” said the young man.
Just then Keith caught his eye and spoke to him. Ferdy only nodded ”h.e.l.lo!” and went on berating the clerk.
Keith walked about the streets for some time before he could soothe his ruffled feelings and regain his composure. How life had changed for him in the brief interval since he entered Mr. Wickersham's office! Then his heart beat high with hope; life was all brightness to him; Alice Yorke was already won. Now in this short s.p.a.ce of time his hopes were all overthrown. Yet, his instinct told him that if he had to go through the interview again he would do just as he had done.
He felt that his chance of seeing Alice would not be so good early in the day as it would be later in the afternoon; so he determined to deliver first the letter which his father had given him to Dr.
Templeton.
The old clergyman's church and rectory stood on an ancient street over toward the river, from which wealth and fas.h.i.+on had long fled. His parish, which had once taken in many of the well-to-do and some of the wealthy, now embraced within its confines a section which held only the poor. But, like an older and more noted divine, Dr. Templeton could say with truth that all the world was his parish; at least, all were his paris.h.i.+oners who were needy and desolate.
The rectory was an old-fas.h.i.+oned, substantial house, rusty with age, and worn by the stream of poverty that had flowed in and out for many years.
When Keith mounted the steps the door was opened by some one without waiting for him to ring the bell, and he found the pa.s.sages and front room fairly filled with a number of persons whose appearance bespoke extreme poverty.
The Doctor was ”out attending a meeting, but would be back soon,” said the elderly woman, who opened the door. ”Would the gentleman wait?”
Just then the door opened and some one entered hastily. Keith was standing with his back to the door; but he knew by the movement of those before him, and the lighting up of their faces, that it was the Doctor himself, even before the maid said: ”Here he is now.”
He turned to find an old man of medium size, in a clerical dress quite brown with age and weather, but whose linen was spotless. His brow under his snow-white hair was lofty and calm; his eyes were clear and kindly; his mouth expressed both firmness and gentleness; his whole face was benignancy itself.
His eye rested for a moment on Keith as the servant indicated him, and then swept about the room; and with little more than a nod to Keith he pa.s.sed him by and entered the waiting-room. Keith, though a little miffed at being ignored by him, had time to observe him as he talked to his other visitors in turn. He manifestly knew his business, and appeared to Keith, from the sc.r.a.ps of conversation he heard, to know theirs also. To some he gave encouragement; others he chided; but to all he gave sympathy, and as one after another went out their faces brightened.
When he was through with them he turned and approached Keith with his hands extended.
”You must pardon me for keeping you waiting so long; these poor people have nothing but their time, and I always try to teach them the value of it by not keeping them waiting.”
”Certainly, sir,” said Keith, warmed in the glow of his kindly heart. ”I brought a letter of introduction to you from my father, General Keith.”
The smile that this name brought forth made Keith the old man's friend for life.
”Oh! You are McDowell Keith's son. I am delighted to see you. Come back into my study and tell me all about your father.”
When Keith left that study, quaint and old-fas.h.i.+oned as were it and its occupant, he felt as though he had been in a rarer atmosphere. He had not dreamed that such a man could be found in a great city. He seemed to have the heart of a boy, and Keith felt as if he had known him all his life. He asked Gordon to return and dine with him, but Gordon had a vision of sitting beside Alice Yorke at dinner that evening and declined.