CHAPTER XVIII
DAVID TO THE RESCUE
It was a beautiful moonlight night, but for once David was not thinkingof the moon. All the way to the Holly farmhouse he was thinking of Mr.Jack's story, "The Princess and the Pauper." It held him strangely. Hefelt that he never could forget it. For some reason that he could nothave explained, it made him sad, too, and his step was very quiet as hewent up the walk toward the kitchen door.
It was after eight o'clock. David had taken supper with Mr. Jack andJill, and not for some hours had he been at the farmhouse. In thedoorway now he stopped short; then instinctively he stepped back intothe shadow. In the kitchen a kerosene light was burning. It showed Mrs.Holly crying at the table, and Mr. Holly, white-faced and stern-lipped,staring at nothing. Then Mrs. Holly raised her face, drawn andtear-stained, and asked a trembling question.
"Simeon, have you thought? We might go--to John--for--help."
David was frightened then, so angry was the look that came into SimeonHolly's face.
"Ellen, we'll have no more of this," said the man harshly. "Understand,I'd rather lose the whole thing and--and starve, than go to--John."
David fled then. Up the back stairs he crept to his room and left hisviolin. A moment later he stole down again and sought Perry Larson whomhe had seen smoking in the barn doorway.
"Perry, what is it?" he asked in a trembling voice. "What hashappened--in there?" He pointed toward the house.
The man puffed for a moment in silence before he took his pipe from hismouth.
"Well, sonny, I s'pose I may as well tell ye. You'll have ter know itsometime, seein' as 't won't be no secret long. They've had a stroke o'bad luck--Mr. an' Mis' Holly has."
"What is it?"
The man hitched in his seat.
"By sugar, boy, I s'pose if I tell ye, there ain't no sartinty thatyou'll sense it at all. I reckon it ain't in your class."
"But what is it?"
"Well, it's money--and one might as well talk moonshine to you asmoney, I s'pose; but here goes it. It's a thousand dollars, boy, thatthey owed. Here, like this," he explained, rummaging his pockets untilhe had found a silver dollar to lay on his open palm. "Now, jestimagine a thousand of them; that's heaps an' heaps--more 'n I ever seein my life."
"Like the stars?" guessed David.
The man nodded.
"Ex-ACTLY! Well, they owed this--Mr. an' Mis' Holly did--and they hadagreed ter pay it next Sat'day. And they was all right, too. They hadit plum saved in the bank, an' was goin' ter draw it Thursday, ter makesure. An' they was feelin' mighty pert over it, too, when ter-day alongcomes the news that somethin's broke kersmash in that bank, an' they'veshet it up. An' nary a cent can the Hollys git now--an' maybe never.Anyhow, not 'fore it's too late for this job."
"But won't he wait?--that man they owe it to? I should think he'd haveto, if they didn't have it to pay."
"Not much he will, when it's old Streeter that's got the mortgage on agood fat farm like this!"
David drew his brows together perplexedly.
"What is a--a mortgage?" he asked. "Is it anything like aporte-cochere? I KNOW what that is, 'cause my Lady of the Roses hasone; but we haven't got that--down here."
Perry Larson sighed in exasperation.
"Gosh, if that ain't 'bout what I expected of ye! No, it ain't evensecond cousin to a--a-that thing you're a-talkin' of. In plain wordin',it's jest this: Mr. Holly, he says ter Streeter: 'You give me athousand dollars and I'll pay ye back on a sartin day; if I don't pay,you can sell my farm fur what it'll bring, an' TAKE yer pay. Well, nowhere 't is. Mr. Holly can't pay, an' so Streeter will put up the farmfur sale."
"What, with Mr. and Mrs. Holly LIVING here?"
"Sure! Only they'll have ter git out, ye know."
"Where'll they go?"
"The Lord knows; I don't."
"And is THAT what they're crying for--in there?--because they've got togo?"
"Sure!"
"But isn't there anything, anywhere, that can be done to--stop it?"
"I don't see how, kid,--not unless some one ponies up with the money'fore next Sat'day,--an' a thousand o' them things don't grow on ev'rybush," he finished, gently patting the coin in his hand.
At the words a swift change came to David's face. His cheeks paled andhis eyes dilated in terror. It was as if ahead of him he saw a yawningabyss, eager to engulf him.
"And you say--MONEY would--fix it?" he asked thickly.
"Ex-ACT-ly!--a thousand o' them, though, 't would take."
A dawning relief came into David's eyes--it was as if he saw a bridgeacross the abyss.
"You mean--that there wouldn't ANYTHING do, only silver pieces--likethose?" he questioned hopefully.
"Sugar, kid, 'course there would! Gosh, but you BE a checkerboard o'sense an' nonsense, an' no mistake! Any money would do the job--anymoney! Don't ye see? Anything that's money."
"Would g-gold do it?" David's voice was very faint now.
"Sure!--gold, or silver, or greenbacks, or--or a check, if it had thedough behind it."
David did not appear to hear the last. With an oddly strained look hehad hung upon the man's first words; but at the end of the sentence heonly murmured, "Oh, thank you," and turned away. He was walking slowlynow toward the house. His head was bowed. His step lagged.
"Now, ain't that jest like that chap," muttered the man, "ter slink offlike that as if he was a whipped cur. I'll bet two cents an' adoughnut, too, that in five minutes he'll be what he calls 'playin' it'on that 'ere fiddle o' his. An' I'll be derned, too, if I ain't curiouster see what he WILL make of it. It strikes me this ought ter fetchsomethin' first cousin to a dirge!"
On the porch steps David paused a breathless instant. From the kitchencame the sound of Mrs. Holly's sobs and of a stern voice praying. Witha shudder and a little choking cry the boy turned then and crept softlyupstairs to his room.
He played, too, as Perry Larson had wagered. But it was not the tragedyof the closed bank, nor the honor of the threatened farm-selling thatfell from his violin. It was, instead, the swan song of a little pileof gold--gold which lay now in a chimney cupboard, but which was soonto be placed at the feet of the mourning man and woman downstairs. Andin the song was the sob of a boy who sees his house of dreams burn toashes; who sees his wonderful life and work out in the wide world turnto endless days of weed-pulling and dirt-digging in a narrow valley.There was in the song, too, something of the struggle, the fierce yeaand nay of the conflict. But, at the end, there was the wild burst ofexaltation of renunciation, so that the man in the barn door belowfairly sprang to his feet with an angry:--
"Gosh! if he hain't turned the thing into a jig--durn him! Don't heknow more'n that at such a time as this?"
Later, a very little later, the shadowy figure of the boy stood beforehim.
"I've been thinking," stammered David, "that maybe I--could help, aboutthat money, you know."
"Now, look a-here, boy," exploded Perry, in open exasperation, "as Isaid in the first place, this ain't in your class. 'T ain't no pinkcloud sailin' in the sky, nor a bluebird singin' in a blackb'rry bush.An' you might 'play it'--as you call it--till doomsday, an' 't wouldn'tdo no good--though I'm free ter confess that your playin' of them 'ereother things sounds real pert an' chirky at times; but 't won't do nogood here."
David stepped forward, bringing his small, anxious face full into themoonlight.
"But 't was the money, Perry; I meant about, the money," he explained."They were good to me and wanted me when there wasn't any one else thatdid; and now I'd like to do something for them. There aren't so MANYpieces, and they aren't silver. There's only one hundred and six ofthem; I counted. But maybe they 'd help some. It--it would bea--start." His voice broke over the once beloved word, then went onwith renewed strength. "There, see! Would these do?" And with bothhands he held up to view his cap sagging under its weight of gold.
Perry Larson's jaw fell open. His eyes bulged. Dazedly he reached outand touched with trembling finger
s the heap of shining disks thatseemed in the mellow light like little earth-born children of the moonitself. The next instant he recoiled sharply.
"Great snakes, boy, where'd you git that money?" he demanded.
"Of father. He went to the far country, you know."
Perry Larson snorted angrily.
"See here, boy, for once, if ye can, talk horse-sense! Surely, even YOUdon't expect me ter believe that he's sent you that money from--fromwhere he's gone to!"
"Oh, no. He left it."
"Left it! Why, boy, you know better! There wa'n't a cent--hardly--foundon him."
"He gave it to me before--by the roadside."
"Gave it to you! Where in the name of goodness has it been since?"
"In the little cupboard in my room, behind the books."
"Great snakes!" muttered Perry Larson, reaching out his hand andgingerly picking up one of the gold-pieces.
David eyed him anxiously.
"Won't they--do?" he faltered. "There aren't a thousand; there's only ahundred and six; but--"
"Do!" cut in the man, excitedly. He had been examining the gold-pieceat close range. "Do! Well, I reckon they'll do. By Jiminy!--and terthink you've had this up yer sleeve all this time! Well, I'll believeanythin' of yer now--anythin'! You can't stump me with nuthin'! Comeon." And he hurriedly led the way toward the house.
"But they weren't up my sleeve," corrected David, as he tried to keepup with the long strides of the man. "I SAID they were in the cupboardin my room."
There was no answer. Larson had reached the porch steps, and had pausedthere hesitatingly. From the kitchen still came the sound of sobs.Aside from that there was silence. The boy, however, did not hesitate.He went straight up the steps and through the open kitchen door. At thetable sat the man and the woman, their eyes covered with their hands.
With a swift overturning of his cap, David dumped his burden onto thetable, and stepped back respectfully.
"If you please, sir, would this--help any?" he asked.
At the jingle of the coins Simeon Holly and his wife lifted their headsabruptly. A half-uttered sob died on the woman's lips. A quick cry camefrom the man's. He reached forth an eager hand and had almost clutchedthe gold when a sudden change came to his face. With a sternejaculation he drew back.
"Boy, where did that money come from?" he challenged.
David sighed in a discouraged way. It seemed that, always, the showingof this gold mean't questioning--eternal questioning.
"Surely," continued Simeon Holly, "you did not--" With the boy's frankgaze upturned to his, the man could not finish his sentence.
Before David could answer came the voice of Perry Larson from thekitchen doorway.
"No, sir, he didn't, Mr. Holly; an' it's all straight, I'mthinkin'--though I'm free ter confess it does sound nutty. His dad giveit to him."
"His--father! But where--where has it been ever since?"
"In the chimney cupboard in his room, he says, sir."
Simeon Holly turned in frowning amazement.
"David, what does this mean? Why have you kept this gold in a placelike that?"
"Why, there wasn't anything else to do with it," answered the boyperplexedly. "I hadn't any use for it, you know, and father said tokeep it till I needed it."
"'Hadn't any use for it'!" blustered Larson from the doorway. "Jiminy!Now, ain't that jest like that boy?"
But David hurried on with his explanation.
"We never used to use them--father and I--except to buy things to eatand wear; and down here YOU give me those, you know."
"Gorry!" interjected Perry Larson. "Do you reckon, boy, that Mr. Hollyhimself was give them things he gives ter you?"
The boy turned sharply, a startled question in his eyes.
"What do you mean? Do you mean that--" His face changed suddenly. Hischeeks turned a shamed red. "Why, he did--he did have to buy them, ofcourse, just as father did. And I never even thought of it before!Then, it's yours, anyway--it belongs to you," he argued, turning toFarmer Holly, and shoving the gold nearer to his hands. "There isn'tenough, maybe--but 't will help!"
"They're ten-dollar gold pieces, sir," spoke up Larson importantly;"an' there's a hundred an' six of them. That's jest one thousand an'sixty dollars, as I make it."
Simeon Holly, self-controlled man that he was, almost leaped from hischair.
"One thousand and sixty dollars!" he gasped. Then, to David: "Boy, inHeaven's name, who are you?"
"I don't know--only David." The boy spoke wearily, with a grieved sobin his voice. He was very tired, a good deal perplexed, and a littleangry. He wished, if no one wanted this gold, that he could take itupstairs again to the chimney cupboard; or, if they objected to that,that they would at least give it to him, and let him go away now tothat beautiful music he was to hear, and to those kind people who werealways to understand what he said when he played.
"Of course," ventured Perry Larson diffidently, "I ain't professin' terknow any great shakes about the hand of the Lord, Mr. Holly, but it dostrike me that this 'ere gold comes mighty near bein'proverdential--fur you."
Simeon Holly fell back in his seat. His eyes clung to the gold, but hislips set into rigid lines.
"That money is the boy's, Larson. It isn't mine," he said.
"He's give it to ye."
Simeon Holly shook his head.
"David is nothing but a child, Perry. He doesn't realize at all what heis doing, nor how valuable his gift is."
"I know, sir, but you DID take him in, when there wouldn't nobody elsedo it," argued Larson. "An', anyhow, couldn't you make a kind of an I OU of it, even if he is a kid? Then, some day you could pay him back.Meanwhile you'd be a-keepin' him, an' a-schoolin' him; an' that'ssomethin'."
"I know, I know," nodded Simeon Holly thoughtfully, his eyes going fromthe gold to David's face. Then, aloud, yet as if to himself, hebreathed: "Boy, boy, who was your father? How came he by all thatgold--and he--a tramp!"
David drew himself suddenly erect. His eyes flashed.
"I don't know, sir. But I do know this: he didn't STEAL it!"
Across the table Mrs. Holly drew a quick breath, but she did notspeak--save with her pleading eyes. Mrs. Holly seldom spoke--save withher eyes--when her husband was solving a knotty problem. She wasdumfounded now that he should listen so patiently to the man,Larson,--though she was not more surprised than was Larson himself. Forboth of them, however, there came at this moment a still greatersurprise. Simeon Holly leaned forward suddenly, the stern lines quitegone from his lips, and his face working with emotion as he drew Davidtoward him.
"You're a good son, boy,--a good loyal son; and--and I wish you weremine! I believe you. He didn't steal it, and I won't steal it, either.But I will use it, since you are so good as to offer it. But it shallbe a loan, David, and some day, God helping me, you shall have it back.Meanwhile, you're my boy, David,--my boy!"
"Oh, thank you, sir," rejoiced David. "And, really, you know, beingwanted like that is better than the start would be, isn't it?"
"Better than--what?"
David shifted his position. He had not meant to say just that.
"N--nothing," he stammered, looking about for a means of quick escape."I--I was just talking," he finished. And he was immeasurably relievedto find that Mr. Holly did not press the matter further.