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Washington answered the call while in Boston, and telegraphed me that he thought me the proper person to take charge of and carry on the settlement work Mr. Pierce and his friends had in mind. I found at Mt. Meigs, after studiously investigating conditions, that the outlook for support was far from hopeful.
"And where?" "Mr. Meigs has persuaded mother into the wildest scheme. It is nothing less than to leap from, here across all the intervening States to the White Sulphur Springs in Virginia. Father falls into the notion because he wants to see more of the Southerners, Mrs. Simpkins and her daughter are crazy to go, and Mr.
Presently, indeed, I got my way; and moved yes, actually lugged and lifted and dragged the cot, the chair, and the stand out through the dusty, half-rotted corridors and sheds to the barn. I drew water at the tap in the yard and washed my perspiring face and neck. Then I had supper with Miss Somers and Melora Meigs. After supper my hostess lighted a candle.
That was her greeting. Melora Meigs was snuffling in the hallway outside listening, I suppose. "Oh, yes, you can. If you can't I'm sure Joel Blake will. I've come to stay a while, Miss Somers." "Can you eat porridge and salt pork for supper?" "I can eat tenpenny nails, if necessary. Also I can sleep in the barn." "Melora!" The old woman entered, crooked and grudging of aspect.
But Kathleen can hardly last so long, I should think." "Who is the other woman?" "An heirloom. Melora Meigs. Miss Meigs, if you please. You know Mr. Somers's aunt lived to an extreme old age in the place. Miss Meigs 'did' for her. And since then she has been living on there. No one wanted the house the poor Somerses! and she was used to it.
Kent had seen little of Meigs since the latter had turned him down in the quo warranto matter; and his guard went up quickly when the attorney-general accosted him in the lobby of the hotel and asked for a private interview. "I am very much occupied just now, Mr. Meigs," he demurred; "but if it is a matter of importance " "It is; a matter of the greatest importance," was the smooth-toned reply.
Irene said nothing special to me. I don't know what she may have said to Mr. Meigs," this wily woman added, in the most natural manner. "Who is Mr. Meigs?" "Mr. Alfred Meigs, Boston. He is a rich widower, about forty the most fascinating age for a widower, you know.
Benson, who told him that their friend Mr. Meigs had gone off that morning had a sudden business call to Boston. Mr. Benson did not seem to be depressed about it. Irene did not appear, and King idled away the hours with his equally industrious companion under the trees.
Meigs, and to be found in the "Medical Examiner," he speaks of "those horrible cases of puerperal fever, some of which you did me the favor to see with me during the past summer," and talks of his experience in the disease, "now numbering nearly seventy cases, all of which have occurred within less than a twelvemonth past." And Dr.
Meigs was packing his trunks at that hour to the tune of "Home, Sweet Home," and if he had been aware of the scene at the Benson cottage after he bade Irene good-night. Mrs. Benson had a light burning, and the noise of the carriage awakened her.
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