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THE COUNTRY SURGEON
Redfield Pepper Burns and Mrs. Burns returned from their stay in Germany just three months later than they had intended. The opportunities for extended study and observation had proved so tempting to the surgeon who had taken only a fortnight's vacation in several years that he had decided to make the most of them. The pair had been kept fully informed of the progress of events, had wept tears of gentle grief over the news of Granny's sudden pa.s.sing, and had smiled with satisfaction over that which shortly followed it--the news of the marriage which had immediately taken place.
Charlotte had written to her friend a brief description, which--Ellen reading it aloud to her husband--had called forth his sparkling-eyed comment:
"It's rather refres.h.i.+ng to find a woman who doesn't make clothes the most important part of the ceremony, isn't it? No doubt at all but Jack's found the right woman, eh?"
"No doubt in the world," and Ellen's eyes silently went over the few paragraphs again, reading between the lines, as a woman will, and as Charlotte had known she would.
"I thought I couldn't possibly sleep that night, when it had all been arranged,"--the letter ran--"though I was so tired with all I had been through. But in an hour I had gone straight off, and slept like a child, my head on such a soft, soft pillow of confidence and rest. O Len,--to lie on a pillow like that, after months of laying my unhappy head on stones!
"At ten next morning we went to the little stone church, all overgrown with ivy, where Granny was a communicant so many years, and there we were married, with Mrs. Catesby, Mr. Macauley and Martha for witnesses, and Dr. Markham, the dear old rector, to give us his blessing. After that John and I walked over to the place where we had laid dear Granny the day before.
"It wasn't sad, Len; how could it be? The flowers were still fresh over her, and that blessed suns.h.i.+ne was so bright,--as it is in South Carolina, I think, when all the rest of the world is dark. When we came away I felt as I often have when I have put that little frail body to bed and tucked her in and blown out her candle--as if she must surely sleep well till morning. I am sure she will--sure!
"Our whole party came North together as far as Harrisburg, then John and I said good-bye to them and came over to New York, where I am writing to you, now. I am buying a few simple clothes, just enough to begin to live with in my new home. In a few days we go to Baltimore, where we shall settle down in the house, which is just as it was left when John's mother died, five years ago. He says I may change anything I wish, but from all I know of his mother and himself I imagine that I shall not care to make many changes in so fine an old place. He has his offices in a wing--I'm so glad of that. She wanted him at home, and so shall I.
"Len, you will want to know if I am happy. Do I need to tell you? All my old readiness of speech fails me when I come to this. In spite of the way talk bubbles from me, on ordinary subjects, you know I have never said much of the big things of my life. I didn't tell you a word of all there was between your guest of last summer and me. Neither can I talk about it now.
"Just this, to satisfy you, dear. Every time I look at his beautifully strong, sweet, grave face, at his splendid quiet confidence of manner, as he leaves me to go away to do some of the wonderful work he does, or comes back to me after having done that work, I realize what it means to be the wife of such a man. Oh, yes, I am happy, Len, so gloriously happy I can't tell you another word about it!"
When Burns and Ellen landed in New York in late May they were met by a telegram. Burns read it hurriedly, re-read it with a laugh, and handed it to his wife.
"Seems peremptory," he commented. "Shall we let Jack dictate? It will mean only a short delay, and though I'm anxious to get home I'd like mighty well to see them, shouldn't you?"
The despatch read:
"Important clinic on Thursday should like your a.s.sistance my wife urges the necessity of seeing Mrs. Burns without further delay please take first train for Baltimore.
"Leaver."
"Yes, I want to see them," Ellen agreed. "I'm quite willing to delay if you will send Bob a telegram, all to himself, explaining and telling him to tell the rest."
"That will please him enough to make up for our failure to arrive on the promised day. We'll run down for twenty-four hours with them, at least.... I confess I'm eager to see Jack do one of his big stunts again.
And I'll wager I can show him one trick that even he doesn't know--the last thing I got at Vienna, under W----"
He sent off the message to Bobby Burns without delay, and despatched another to Leaver, announcing their arrival that evening. In two hours more they were on their way, and at six o'clock they were met in the Baltimore station by Leaver himself.
"See the old chap grin!" said Burns in his wife's ear, when they descried the tall figure in the distance, coming toward them with smiling face and alert step. "Can that be the desperately down person who came to us last June? He looks as if--in a perfectly quiet way--he owned the city of Baltimore!"
"How well, how splendidly well, he looks!" Ellen agreed.
Then they were shaking hands with Dr. John Leaver and listening to his hearty greeting:
"This is great of you two--great. We certainly appreciate it. Come, I'll have you at home before you know it. Charlotte is waiting with the warmest welcome you will find on this side of the Atlantic!"
He hurried them away, but not so fast that Red Pepper Burns did not find time to chuckle: "The power of a.s.sociation is beginning to tell already, Jack. That was the most impetuous speech I ever heard from your lips. I don't call such language really restrained--not from you."
Leaver turned, laughing, to Ellen. "One would think I had been the most solemn fellow known to history," said he.
In two minutes he had bestowed his guests in a small but luxuriously appointed closed car, had given the word to his chauffeur, and had taken his place facing them. Burns examined the landau's interior with interest.
"The evidence of a slight but unmistakable odour tells me that this is the jewel-box in which Baltimore's gem of a surgeon keeps his appointments," said he. "Well, the Green Imp's beginning to show traces of her age, but her successor will be no aristocrat of this type. I'd rather drive myself and freeze my face to a granite image than be transported in cotton-wool, like this."
Leaver and Ellen laughed at his expression.
"Of course you would," Leaver agreed. "And equally of course every friend and patient of yours would grieve to see you shut up behind gla.s.s windows with another hand on the steering-wheel. It's unthinkable and out of the question for you, but for me--it's rather practical."
Burns nodded. "Saves time--and carries prestige. I understand. You city fellows have to play to the galleries a bit, particularly when you've reached the top-notch and people demand that you live up to it. It's all right. But I should feel smothered. And as for letting any young man in a livery manage my spark and throttle,--well, not for mine, as I have already remarked."
Leaver looked at him as one man looks at another when he loves him better than a brother. Then he put a question to Red Pepper's wife: "Can any one wonder that there seems something missing in America when he spends the winter in Germany?"
She shook her head. "I never mean to find out what America is like when he is out of it," said she.
Burns regarded them both. "And I suppose you think you and Mrs. John Leaver are just such another pair?" he said then, to his friend.
"Just such another," was the decided answer.
The car came to a standstill before a stately stone house, its walls heavy with English ivy. In another minute the entrance doors were open, and the party were inside. A radiant figure in white was clasping Ellen Burns in eager arms, while a blithe voice cried:
"Oh, my dear, this is so good, so good of you! We couldn't be entirely satisfied until we had seen you here!"
"Seeing _you_ here," declared Burns, shaking hands vigorously, when his turn came, and regarding Charlotte with approving eyes, "reminds me of one of Jack Leaver's favourite old maxims, which he used unsparingly while he was chumming with me: 'A place for everything and everything in its place.' The demonstration of that, raised to the nth power, is certainly what I now see before me!"
Charlotte's glowing eyes met her husband's fixed upon her. She gave him back his smile before she answered Burns:
"Thank you, Dr. Red Pepper. Your approval was all that was lacking."
"Didn't I cable my approval with a reckless disregard of expense?"
"Indeed you did. But you couldn't cable the italics that are in your face--and it was the italics that we wanted!"
Upstairs in the rooms of old-time elegance and comfort to which Charlotte a.s.signed them, Burns demanded to know how such quarters looked to his wife.
"You could put our whole house into that great living-room of theirs," he a.s.serted. "As for these two rooms, they would take in our whole upper story. Don't you suppose stopping here will make you feel cramped at home?"
Ellen, arranging her hair before a low dressing-table of priceless old mahogany, shook her head at him in the mirror.
"Not a bit," she denied.
"You used to live in a home like this one."
"Not nearly so fine. Dr. Leaver is a rich man by inheritance, entirely apart from his practice. Between the two he must have a very large yearly income. My family was not a rich one, only--"
"Only old and distinguished. Leaver has both--family and money. Not to mention power. Your friend Charlotte ought to be a happy woman."