THE WIDOW HARRISON'S TROUBLES
Later Lyddy Bray had more than "two minds" about taking Professor Lemuel
Judson Spink to board. And 'Phemie's "You never took him!" when she
first heard the news on her return from church, was not the least of the
reasons for Lyddy's doubts.
But 'Phemie denied flatly--the next minute--that she had any real and
sensible reason for opposing Mr. Spink's coming to Hillcrest to board.
Indeed, she said emphatically that she had never yet expressed any dislike
for the proprietor of Diamond Grits--the breakfast of the million.
"My goodness me! why _not_ take him?" she said. "As long as we don't have
to eat his breakfast food, I see no reason for objecting."
But in her secret heart 'Phemie was puzzled by what "Jud Spink," as he
was called by his old associates, was up to!
She believed Cyrus Pritchett knew; but 'Phemie stood rather in fear of
the stern farmer, as did his whole household.
Only Lyddy had faced the bullying old man and seemed perfectly fearless
of him; but 'Phemie shrank from adding to the burden on Lyddy's mind by
explaining to her all the suspicions _she_ held of this Spink.
The man had tried to purchase Hillcrest of Aunt Jane for a nominal sum.
He had been lurking about the old house--especially about the old doctor's
offices in the east wing--more than once, to 'Phemie's actual knowledge.
And Spink was interested in something at the back of Hillcrest Farm. He
had been hunting among the rocks there until old Mr. Colesworth's presence
had driven him away.
What was he after on the old farm where he had lived for some years as a
boy? What was the secret of the rocks? And had the mystery finally brought
Professor Lemuel Judson Spink to the house itself as a boarder?
These questions puzzled 'Phemie greatly. But she wouldn't put them before
her sister. If Lyddy was not suspicious, let her remain so.
It was their duty to take all the boarders they could get. Mr. Spink added
his quota to their profits. 'Phemie was just as eager as Lyddy to keep
father on the farm and out of the shop that had so nearly proved fatal to
him.
"So there's no use in refusing to swallow the breakfast food magnate,"
decided 'Phemie. "We'll down him, and if we have to make a face at the
bitter dose, all right!"
Professor Spink came the very next evening. He was a distinct addition
to the party at supper. Indeed, his booming voice, his well rounded
periods, his unctuous manner, his frock coat, and his entire physical
and mental make-up seemed to dominate the dining-room.
Mr. Colesworth listened to his supposedly scientific jargon with a quiet
smile; the geologist plainly sized up Professor Spink for the quack he
was. Mr. Bray tried to be a polite listener to all the big man said.
The girls were utterly silenced by the ever-flowing voice of the
ex-medicine show lecturer; but Mr. Somers was inclined to argue on a
point or two with Professor Spink. This, however, only made the man
"boom" the louder.
Mrs. Castle seemed willing to listen to the Professor's verbosity and
agreed with all he said. She was willing after supper to withdraw from the
usual cribbage game and play "enthralled audience" for the ex-lecturer's
harangues.
He boomed away at her upon a number of subjects, while she placidly nodded
acquiescence and made her knitting needles flash--and he talked, and
talked, and talked.
When the little old lady retired to bed Lyddy went to her room, as she
usually did, to see if she was comfortable for the night.
"I am afraid our new guest rather bored you, Mrs. Castle?" Lyddy ventured.
"On the contrary, Lydia," replied the old lady, promptly, "his talk is
very soothing; and I can knit with perfect assurance that I shall not miss
count while he is talking--for I don't really listen to a word he says!"
Professor Spink did not, however, make himself offensive. He only seemed
likely to become a dreadful bore.
During the day he wandered about the farm--a good deal like Mr.
Colesworth. Only he did not carry with him a little hammer and bag.
'Phemie wondered if the professor had not come here to board for the
express purpose of continuing his mysterious search at the back of the
farm without arousing either objection or comment.
He watched Mr. Colesworth, too. There could be no doubt of that. When the
old geologist started out with his hammer and bag, the professor trailed
him. But the two never went together.
Mr. Colesworth often brought in curious specimens of rock; but he said
frankly that he had come across no mineral of value on the farm in
sufficient quantities to promise the owner returns for mining the ore.
Aunt Jane, too, had said that the rocks back of Hillcrest had been
examined by geologists time and again. There was no mineral treasure on
the farm. _That_ was surely not the secret of the rocks--and it wasn't
mineral Professor Spink was after.
But the week passed without 'Phemie's having studied out a single sensible
idea about the matter. Friday was a very hard and busy day for the
girls. It was the big baking day of the week. They made a fire twice in
the big brick oven, and left two pots of beans in it over night.
"But there's enough in the larder to last over Sunday, thanks be!" sighed
'Phemie, when she and Lyddy crept to bed.
"I hope so. What a lot they do eat!" said Lyddy, sleepily.
"A double baking of bread. A dozen apple pies; four squash pies; and an
extra lemon-meringue for Sunday dinner. Oh, dear, Lyd! I wish you'd let
me go and ask Maw Pritchett for her Dutch oven."
"No," replied the older sister, drowsily. "We will not risk a refusal.
Besides, Mr. Somers said something about an old lady over the
ridge--beyond the chapel--who is selling out--or being sold out--Mrs.
Harrison. Maybe she has something of the kind that she will sell cheap."
"Well--that--old--brick--oven--is--kill--ing--me!" yawned 'Phemie, and
then was sound asleep in half a minute.
The next morning, however, the girls hustled about as rapidly as possible
and when Lucas drove up with young Mr. Colesworth they were ready to take
a drive with the young farmer over the ridge.
"We want to see what this Mrs. Harrison has to sell," explained Lyddy to
Lucas. "You see, we need some things."
"All right," he agreed. "I'll take ye. But whether the poor old critter
is let to sell anything private, or not, I dunno. They sold her real
estate last week, and this sale of household goods is to satisfy the
judgment. The farm wasn't much, and it went for a song. Poor old critter!
She is certainly getting the worst end of it, and after putting up with
Bob Harrison's crotchets so many years."
'Phemie was interested in Mrs. Harrison and wanted to ask Lucas about her;
but just as they started Harris Colesworth darted out of the house again,
having seen his father.
"Hold on! don't be stingy!" he cried. "There's a seat empty beside you,
Miss Lyddy. Can't I go, too?"
Now, how could you refuse a person as bold as that? Besides, Harris was a
"paying guest" and she did not want to offend him! So Lyddy bowed demurely
and young Colesworth hopped in.
"Let 'em go, Lucas!" he cried. "Now, this is what _I_ call a mighty nice
little family party--I don't see Somers in it."
At that Lucas laughed so he could scarcely hold the reins. But Lyddy only
looked offended.
"Stop your silly giggling, Lucas," commanded 'Phemie, fearful that her
sister would become angry and "speak out in meeting." "I want to know all
about this Mrs. Harrison."
"Is that where you're bound--to the Widow Harrison's?" asked Harris.
"I have been told that our new friend, Professor Spink, has sold her
out--stock, lock, and barrel."
"Is _that_ who is making her trouble?" demanded 'Phemie, hotly. "I _knew_
he was a mean man."
"Well, he was a bad man to go to for money, I reckon," agreed Harris.
"Bob Harrison didn't mortgage his place to Jud Spink," explained Lucas.
"No sir! He got the money of Reuben Smiles, years ago. And he and his
widder allus paid the intrust prompt."
"Well--how did it come into Spink's hands?"
"Why--I dunno. Guess Spink offered Smiles a bonus. At any rate, the
original mortgage had long since run out, and was bein' renewed from
year to year. When it come time for renewal, Jud Spink showed his hand and
foreclosed. They had a sale, and it didn't begin to pay the face of the
mortgage. You see, the place had all run down. Bob hadn't turned a stroke
of work on it for years before he died, and the widder'd only made shift
to make a garden.
"Wal, there was a clause covering all personal property--and the widder
had subscribed to it. So now the sheriff is going to have a vendue an' see
if he kin satisfy Jud Spink's claim in full. Dunno what _will_ become of
Mis' Harrison," added Lucas, shaking his head. "She's quite spry, if she
is old; but she ain't got a soul beholden to her, an' I reckon she'll
be took to the poor farm."