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"Get up, Doc!" she cried, shaking him vigorously. "Get up! Here's your nevvy; and Mr. Dare has found Tom! Just think of it he's found Tom! Wake up, Doc! Was ever there such a man! To keep on sleeping with such good news to hear!" But Doc Linyard did not sleep for any great length of time after his good wife began to shake him. A moment later he sprang up, rubbing his eyes.
"You didn't tell me of this, Samuel," she said in a slightly tremulous voice. "Tell you of what?" returned the Professor, reddening to the margin of his baldness. "That you had published a book I might never have heard of it if Mrs. Pease hadn't brought me the paper." Her husband rubbed his eye-glasses with a groan. "Oh, you would have heard of it," he said gloomily. Mrs. Linyard stared.
Linyard wept bitterly as she knelt beside the form of her sick brother. Yet she was thankful that he had been found, and her gratitude to Richard was outspoken and genuine. It was decided that the sick man should be at once removed to one of the private wards of a neighboring hospital, where Mrs.
The road to West Street was no longer a strange one to Richard, and it took him but a short quarter of an hour to reach the Watch Below. As usual the restaurant was crowded, and the merry jests of the sailors mingled with the rattle of dishes and clatter of knives. Doc Linyard was glad to see the boy, and immediately asked how he was progressing and how he liked his position.
And diving into his capacious pocket he brought to light only a miscellaneous collection of small coins. "Oh, never mind that," said the boy, coloring a trifle. "I'm glad you're all right." "So am I downright glad, and no mistake. As I said afore, my name is Linyard, Doc Linyard, general manager, along with my wife, of the Watch Below, the neatest sailors' lunch-room on West Street, New York.
When Professor Linyard came back from his holiday in the Maine woods the air of rejuvenation he brought with him was due less to the influences of the climate than to the companionship he had enjoyed on his travels. To Mrs.
Linyard prevailed over his last scruples, and within an hour he was at work on the Scientific Sermons. The Professor was not an unkind man. He really enjoyed making his family happy; and it was his own business if his reward for so doing was that it kept them out of his way. But the success of "The Vital Thing" gave him more than this negative satisfaction.
The Watch Below was crowded, and Doc Linyard presided at the pie-stand and the desk. He noticed Richard's grave face, and surmised that all was not right. "You're late!" he exclaimed. "Come sit down to supper. I'll bet you haven't eaten a mouthful." "I've had bad luck," replied Richard. "Bad luck for you and good luck for myself."
Joyce got me a place." And Richard told of the meeting in the post-office, and his subsequent engagement by Williams & Mann. "Well, I'm downright glad to hear that!" cried Doc Linyard heartily. "Reckon you are on the right tack at last." The walking and working had made Richard hungry, and he was not backward about sitting down and eating a hearty supper.
Only six months' pay at sixteen dollars a month." "How came you to leave the sea?" asked the boy, with considerable curiosity, for Doc Linyard was the first regular sailor he had ever known. "Oh, you see I was wrecked a couple of times, and lost one leg; this," he tapped his left knee, "is only a cork one, you know, and then the wife grew afeared, and said as how she wanted me ashore.
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