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"Don't you?" dryly ventured Fannie; but her friend's smile was so sad that she went no farther. Tears sprang to her eyes, as Barbara, slowly taking her hand, said, "Of course pop-a can't keep Rosemont now. If he tries to begin a new life, Fannie, wherever it is, I shall stay with him." Fair gave the day mainly to the annual meeting of the trustees at Suez University.
"An' Dod bless ev'ybody, Uncle Leviticus, an' Aunt Jinny, an' Johanna, an' Willis, an' Trudie, an' C'nelius" a sigh "an mom-a, an' that's all an' " "And pop-a?" No response. The mother prompted again. Still the child was silent. "And pop-a, you know the best last." "An' Dod bless the best last," said Barbara, sadly. A pause. "Don't you know all good little girls ask God to bless their pop-a's?"
"That I expressed to you my conviction that unless he gets rid of " "Certain " said Barbara. "Persons," said Fair, "his scheme will end in loss to his friends and in ruin to him." "And would that be" Barbara rose dreamily "a real service to pop-a?" Fair gave his arm.
A quarter of a mile away they rumbled on a small bridge and were unheard again, and while she still listened to hear them on the ground others sounded on the bridge. She hurried back to the steps of the house and had hardly reached them when Johanna drove into the grove and Fannie's voice called, "Is that you, Barb?" "Yes. Where's pop-a? Has anything happened?" "He's got to stay in town to-night.
Barbara lay on a rug in her room, reading before the fragrant ashes of a perished fire. She heard her father's angry step, and his stern rap on her door. Before she could more than lift her brow he entered. "Barb! O what sort of posture " She started, and sat coiled on the rug. "Barb, how is it you're not with your mother?" "Mom-a sent me out, pop-a.
It had been election-day and the college was silent with chagrin. "Is pop-a going to get elected, mom-a?" "I don't think he is, my child." "But you hope he is, don't you?" "Listen," murmured the mother. Barbara heard a horse's feet. Presently her father's step was in the hall and on the stairs.
"Do they?" "Yes." "Dod bless pop-a," she sighed, dreamily; "an' Dod bless me, too, an' an' keep me f'om bein' a dood little dirl. Ma'am? Yes, ma'am. Amen." She laid her head down, and in a moment was asleep. Husband and wife passed out together. The wounded arm, its pain unconfessed, was cared for, pious prayers were said, and the pair lay down to slumber. Far in the night the husband awoke.
"One reason why I want to talk about this business at all this evening is also a strong reason why I don't talk about it to pop-a." "I see; he's almost as fascinated with it as Mr. March is." "It means so very much to the college, Mr. Fair, and you know he's always been over eyes and ears in love with it; it's his life."
Yet he was gladdened again when Barbara, on horseback, brought word from "pop-a" that he had found half a dozen of his students praying together for the conversion of their fellows, and that the merest hint of revival meetings in Suez had been met by them with such zeal that he saw they were divinely moved.
"Yes, we can both do that. Miss Garnet, I don't believe your father is actuated by distrust; he believes in the scheme. You, I take it, do not, and you are solicitous for him. Do I not guess rightly?" "I don't think I'm more solicitous than a daughter should be. Pop-a has only me, you know. Didn't you believe in Mr. March's plan at one time, sir?" "I believed thoroughly, as I do still, in Mr.
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