When John came down the next morning his father, who was, as a rule, the
most punctual of men, had not appeared. He opened the paper and sat down
to wait. Ten minutes passed, fifteen, twenty. He rang the bell. "Have
you heard my father this morning?" he said to Jeffrey, remembering for
the first time that he himself had not.
"No, sir," said the man. "He most generally coughs a little in the
morning, but I don't think I heard him this morning, sir."
"Go up and see why he doesn't come down," said John, and a moment later
he followed the servant upstairs, to find him standing at the chamber
door with a frightened face.
"He must be very sound asleep, sir," said Jeffrey. "He hasn't answered
to my knockin' or callin', sir." John tried the door. He found the chain
bolt on, and it opened but a few inches. "Father!" he called, and then
again, louder. He turned almost unconsciously to Jeffrey, and found his
own apprehensions reflected in the man's face. "We must break in the
door," he said. "Now, together!" and the bolt gave way.
His father lay as if asleep. "Go for the doctor at once! Bring him back
with you. Run!" he cried to the servant. Custom and instinct said,
"Send for the doctor," but he knew in his heart that no ministrations
would ever reach the still figure on the bed, upon which, for the
moment, he could not look. It was but a few minutes (how long such
minutes are!) before the doctor came--Doctor Willis, who had brought
John into the world, and had been a lifelong friend of both father and
son. He went swiftly to the bed without speaking, and made a brief
examination, while John watched him with fascinated eyes; and as the
doctor finished, the son dropped on his knees by the bed, and buried his
face in it. The doctor crossed the room to Jeffrey, who was standing in
the door with an awe-stricken face, and in a low voice gave him some
directions. Then, as the man departed, he first glanced at the kneeling
figure and then looked searchingly about the room. Presently he went
over to the grate in which were the ashes of an extinct fire, and,
taking the poker, pressed down among them and covered over a three or
four ounce vial. He had found what he was looking for.
* * * * *
There is no need to speak of the happenings of the next few days, nor is
it necessary to touch at any length upon the history of some of the
weeks and months which ensued upon this crisis in John Lenox's life, a
time when it seemed to him that everything he had ever cared for had
been taken. And yet, with that unreason which may perhaps be more easily
understood than accounted for, the one thing upon which his mind most
often dwelt was that he had had no answer to his note to Mary Blake. We
know what happened to her missive. It turned up long afterward in the
pocket of Master Jacky Carling's overcoat; so long afterward that John,
so far as Mary was concerned, had disappeared altogether. The discovery
of Jacky's dereliction explained to her, in part at least, why she had
never seen him or heard from him after that last evening at Sixty-ninth
Street. The Carlings went away some ten days later, and she did, in
fact, send another note to his house address, asking him to see them
before their departure; but John had considered himself fortunate in
getting the house off his hands to a tenant who would assume the lease
if given possession at once, and had gone into the modest apartment
which he occupied during the rest of his life in the city, and so the
second communication failed to reach him. Perhaps it was as well. Some
weeks later he walked up to the Carlings' house one Sunday afternoon,
and saw that it was closed, as he had expected. By an impulse which was
not part of his original intention--which was, indeed, pretty nearly
aimless--he was moved to ring the doorbell; but the maid, a stranger to
him, who opened the door could tell him nothing of the family's
whereabouts, and Mr. Betts (the house man in charge) was "hout." So John
retraced his steps with a feeling of disappointment wholly
disproportionate to his hopes or expectations so far as he had defined
them to himself, and never went back again.
* * * * *
He has never had much to say of the months that followed.
It came to be the last of October. An errand from the office had sent
him to General Wolsey, of the Mutual Trust Company, of whom mention has
been made by David Harum. The general was an old friend of the elder
Lenox, and knew John well and kindly. When the latter had discharged his
errand and was about to go, the general said: "Wait a minute. Are you in
a hurry? If not, I want to have a little talk with you."
"Not specially," said John.
"Sit down," said the general, pointing to a chair. "What are your plans?
I see you are still in the Careys' office, but from what you told me
last summer I conclude that you are there because you have not found
anything more satisfactory."
"That is the case, sir," John replied. "I can't be idle, but I don't see
how I can keep on as I am going now, and I have been trying for months
to find something by which I can earn a living. I am afraid," he added,
"that it will be a longer time than I can afford to wait before I shall
be able to do that out of the law."
"If you don't mind my asking," said the general, "what are your
resources? I don't think you told me more than to give me to understand
that your father's affairs were at a pretty low ebb. Of course, I do not
wish to pry into your affairs--"
"Not at all," John interposed; "I am glad to tell you, and thank you for
your interest. I have about two thousand dollars, and there is some
silver and odds and ends of things stored. I don't know what their value
might be--not very much, I fancy--and there were a lot of mining stocks
and that sort of thing which have no value so far as I can find out--no
available value, at any rate. There is also a tract of half-wild land
somewhere in Pennsylvania. There is coal on it, I believe, and some
timber; but Melig, my father's manager, told me that all the large
timber had been cut. So far as available value is concerned, the
property is about as much of an asset as the mining stock, with the
disadvantage that I have to pay taxes on it."
"H'm," said the general, tapping the desk with his eyeglasses.
"H'm--well, I should think if you lived very economically you would have
about enough to carry you through till you can be admitted, provided you
feel that the law is your vocation," he added, looking up.
"It was my father's idea," said John, "and if I were so situated that I
could go on with it, I would. But I am so doubtful with regard to my
aptitude that I don't feel as if I ought to use up what little capital I
have, and some years of time, on a doubtful experiment, and so I have
been looking for something else to do."
"Well," said the general, "if you were very much interested--that is, if
you were anxious to proceed with your studies--I should advise you to go
on, and at a pinch I should be willing to help you out; but, feeling as
you do, I hardly know what to advise. I was thinking of you," he went
on, "before you came in, and was intending to send for you to come in to
see me." He took a letter from his desk.
"I got this yesterday," he said. "It is from an old acquaintance of mine
by the name of Harum, who lives in Homeville, Freeland County. He is a
sort of a banker there, and has written me to recommend some one to take
the place of his manager or cashier whom he is sending away. It's rather
a queer move, I think, but then," said the general with a smile, "Harum
is a queer customer in some ways of his own. There is his letter. Read
it for yourself."
The letter stated that Mr. Harum had had some trouble with his cashier
and wished to replace him, and that he would prefer some one from out of
the village who wouldn't know every man, woman, and child in the whole
region, and "blab everything right and left." "I should want," wrote Mr.
Harum, "to have the young man know something about bookkeeping and so
on, but I should not insist upon his having been through a trainer's
hands. In fact, I would rather break him in myself, and if he's willing
and sound and no vice, I can get him into shape. I will pay a thousand
to start on, and if he draws and travels all right, may be better in the
long run," etc. John handed back the letter with a slight smile, which
was reflected in the face of the general. "What do you think of it?"
asked the latter.
"I should think it might be very characteristic," remarked John.
"Yes," said the general, "it is, to an extent. You see he writes pretty
fair English, and he can, on occasion, talk as he writes, but usually,
either from habit or choice, he uses the most unmitigated dialect. But
what I meant to ask you was, what do you think of the proposal?"
"You mean as an opportunity for _me_?" asked John.
"Yes," said General Wolsey, "I thought of you at once."
"Thank you very much," said John. "What would be your idea?"
"Well," was the reply, "I am inclined to think I should write to him if
I were you, and I will write to him about you if you so decide. You have
had some office experience, you told me--enough, I should say, for a
foundation, and I don't believe that Harum's books and accounts are very
complicated."
John did not speak, and the general went on: "Of course, it will be a
great change from almost everything you have been used to, and I dare
say that you may find the life, at first at least, pretty dull and
irksome. The stipend is not very large, but it is large for the country,
where your expenses will be light. In fact, I'm rather surprised at his
offering so much. At any rate, it is a living for the present, and may
lead to something better. The place is a growing one, and, more than
that, Harum is well off, and keeps more irons in the fire than one, and
if you get on with him you may do well."
"I don't think I should mind the change so much," said John, rather
sadly. "My present life is so different in almost every way from what it
used to be, and I think I feel it in New York more even than I might in
a country village; but the venture seems a little like burning my
bridges."
"Well," replied the general, "if the experiment should turn out a
failure for any reason, you won't be very much more at a loss than at
present, it seems to me, and, of course, I will do anything I can should
you wish me to be still on the lookout for you here."
"You are exceedingly kind, sir," said John earnestly, and then was
silent for a moment or two. "I will make the venture," he said at
length, "and thank you very much."
"You are under no special obligations to the Careys, are you?" asked the
general.
"No, I think not," said John with a laugh. "I fancy that their business
will go on without me, after a fashion," and he took his leave.