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Wait I'll go myself!" he called as the man was driving away, and flinging himself into the buggy, which Elizabeth had left at the fence, laid the whip on the back of the frightened Patsie. It was not till John was halfway to Colebyville that Hugh Noland opened his eyes. Luther was stooping over him, bathing his face with water from the jug which Elizabeth had so unconsciously provided.
If Elizabeth had said she were sick and had gone to bed, John would have had the doctor come to see her twice as often as necessary, and would have exhausted the little town of Colebyville to supply such things as she could eat, but it never occurred to John Hunter that as long as his wife was able to go about the house that she might know what she should do much better than he.
Just before noon he stopped, on his way back from Colebyville, to give Susan Hornby the mail he had brought out from the post-office. Elizabeth followed him to the wagon when he went out. "Well, I wrote mother. Can you be ready by October?" He spoke across the backs of the horses as he untied them, and was very busy with the straps. Elizabeth Farnshaw's face contracted visibly.
"Your father has gone to Colebyville and got into a drunken row," was the bald statement. "Everybody in the country knows about his fuss with you." He did not offer to touch her, but walked over to the window and began to drum on the window-pane with nervous fingers. "Drunk! Row!
However, in spite of the discussions which were supposed to have settled the matter, John came home from Colebyville one Saturday with a new team. "What do you think of them?" he asked Hugh, who opened the gate to let him into the barnyard. "I just made up my mind that it wasn't economy to push the horses we had so hard. I got them at a bargain." "You've bought them, you say?"
My father was never drunk in his life!" was the astonished exclamation with which Elizabeth Hunter met this unbelievable accusation. "Well, he's been drunk enough to last the rest of his life this time, and we're the laughing stock of this whole country." John Hunter had gone to Colebyville that morning in the new buggy, rather pleased to be the centre of observation and remark.
"John isn't able to take care of all this stock unless he gets a man in Colebyville to-day, and and if he did, the man, as likely as not, wouldn't stay more than a week or two." Luther Hansen looked up eagerly. "Lizzie, I've found th' very man for you folks. He'll stay too.
Elizabeth asked, and then added, "What will he do for a room if I take this one?" "I don't know," Aunt Susan replied to the last clause of the question. "The room is yours, anyhow. I'm so glad to have you back that I'd turn him out if need be. Honestly, we could hardly eat Saturday. Nate was as bad as I was. They've gone to Colebyville together to-day.
Farnshaw agreed to meet the agent in Colebyville, the nearest town, the next day, and have the papers made out. After the agent was gone Mr. Farnshaw went to the house to inform his wife that she was to go to town and attach her name to the document. The storm of protest was expected, and when Mrs.
"Well," he said, "I may be mistaken about th' details, but I've always had a soft spot in my heart for th' rainy days since that particular time." "But you haven't told me why Mr. Hunter isn't here to eat his supper," said Elizabeth, "nor have you told me what he is like." "Oh, he's gone over to Colebyville for his mail, an' won't be home till late in all this mud.
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