Wife by Hamlin Garland
LIFE in the small towns of the older West moves slowly-almost as
slowly as in the seaport villages or little towns of the East. Towns
like Tyre and Bluff Siding have grown during the last twenty years,
but very slowly, by almost imperceptible degrees. Lying too far away
from the Mississippi to be affected by the lumber interest, they are
merely trading points for the farmers, with no perceivable germs of
boom in their quiet life.
A stranger coming into Belfast, Minnesota, excites much the same
lanquid but persistent inquiry as in Belfast, New Hampshire. Juries
of men, seated on salt barrels and nall kegs, discuss the stranger's
appearance and his probable action, just as in Kittery, Maine, but
with a lazier speech tune and with a shade less of apparent interest.
On such a rainy day as comes in May after the corn is planted-a
cold, wet rainy day-the usual crowd was gathered in Wilson's grocery
store at Bluff Siding, a small town in the "coulee country." They were
farmers, for the most part, retired from active service. Their coats
were of cheap diagonal or cassimere, much faded and burned by the sun;
their hats, flapped about by winds and soaked with countless rains,
were also of the same yellow-brown tints. One or two wore paper
collars on their hickory shirts.
Mcllvaine, farmer and wheat buyer, wore a paper collar and a
butterfly necktie, as befitted a man of his station in life. He was a
short, squarely made Scotchman, with sandy whiskers much grayed and
with a keen, in-tensely blue eye.
"Say," called McPhail, ex-sheriff of the county, in the silence
that followed some remark about the rain, "any o' you fellers had any
talk with this feller Sanford?"
"I hain't," said Vance. "You, Bill?"
"No; but somebody was sayin' he thought o' startin' in trade here."
"Don't Sam know? He generally knows what's goin' on.',
"Knows he registered from Pittsfield, Mass., an' that's all. Say,
that's a mighty smart-lookin' woman o' his."
"Vance always sees how the women look, Where'd you see her?"
"Came in here the other day to look up prices."
"Wha'd she say 'bout settlin'?"
"Hadn't decided yet."
"He's too slick to have much business in him. That waxed mustache
gives 'im away."
The discussion having reached that point where his word would have
most effect, Steve Gilbert said, while opening the hearth to rap out
the ashes of his pipe, "Sam's wife heerd that he was kind o' thinkin'
some of goin' into business here, if things suited 'im first-rate."
They all knew the old man was aching to tell something, but they
didn't purpose to gratify him by any questions. The rain dripped from
the awning in front and fell upon the roof of the storeroom at the
back with a soft and steady roar.
"Good f'r the corn," MePhail said after a long pause.
"Purty cold, though."
Gilbert was tranquil-he had a shot in reserve. "Sam's wife said his
wife said he was thinkin' some of goin' into a bank here-"
"What in thunder-"
Vance turned, with a comical look on his long, placid face, one
hand stroking his beard.
"Well, now, gents, I'll tell you what's the matter with this town.
It needs a bank. Yes, sir! I need a bank."
"Yes, me. I didn't know just what did ail me, but I do how. It's
the need of a bank that keeps me down."
"Well, you fellers can talk an' laugh, but I tell yeb they's a boom
goin' to strike this town. It's got to come.. W'y, just look at
"Their boom is our bust," was McPhail's comment.
"I don't think so," said Sanford, who had entered in time to hear
these last two speeches. They all looked at him with deep interest.
He was a smallish man. He wore a derby hat and a neat suit. "I've
looked things over pretty close-a man don't like to invest his
capital" (here the rest looked at one another) "till he does; and I
believe there's an opening for a bank."
As he dwelt upon the scheme from day to day, the citizens, warmed
to him, and he became "Jim" Sanford. He hired a little cottage and
went to housekeeping at once; but the entire summer went by before he
made his decision to settle. In fact, it was in the last week of
August that the little paper announced it in the usual style:
Mr. James G. Sanford, popularly known as "Jim," has decided to
open an' exchange bank for the convenienee of our citizens, who have
hitherto been forced to transact business in Lumberville. The thanks
of the town are due Mr. Sanford, who comes well recommended from
Massachusetts and from Milwaukee, and, better still, with a bag of
ducats. Mr. S. will be well patronized. Success, Jim!
The bank was open by the time the corn crop and the hogs were
being marketed, and money was received on deposit while the
carpenters were still at work on the building. Everybody knew now
that he was as solid as oak.
He had taken into the bank, as bookkeeper, Lincoln Bingham, one of
McPhail's multitudinous nephews; and this was a capital move.
Everybody knew Link, and knew he was a McPhail, which meant that he
"could be tied to in all kinds o' weather." Of course the McPhails,
McIlvaines, and the rest of the Scotch contingency "banked on Link."
As old Andrew McPhail put it:
"Link's there, an' he knows the bank an' books, an' just how things
stand"; and so when he sold his hogs he put the whole sum-over-
fifteen hundred dollars-into the bank. The McIlvaines and the
Binghams did the same, and the bank was at once firmly established
among the farmers.
Only two people held out against Sanford, old Freeme Cole and Mrs.
Bingham, Lincoln's mother; but they didn't count, for Freeme hadn't a
cent, and Mrs. Bingham was too unreasoning in her opposition. She
could only say:
"I don't like him, that's all. I knowed a man back in New York that
curled his mustaches just that way, an' he wa'n't no earthiy good."
It might have been said by a cynic that Banker Sanford had all the
virtues of a defaulting bank cashier. He had no bad habits beyond
smoking. He was genial, companionable, and especially ready to help
when sickness came. When old Freeme Cole got down with delirium
tremens that winter, Sanford was one of the most heroic of nurses, and
the service was so clearly disinterested and maguanimous that everyone
spoke of it.
His wife and he were included in every dance or picnic; for Mrs.
Sanford was as great a favorite as the banker himself, she was so
sincere, and her gray eyes were so charmingly frank, and then she
said "such funny things."
"I wish I had something to do besides housework. It's a kind of a
putterin' job, best ye can do," she'd say merrily, just to see the
others stare. "There's too much moppin' an' dustin'. Seems 's if a
woman used up half her life on things that don't amount to anything,
"I tell yeh that feller's a scallywag. I know it buh the way 'e
walks 'long the sidewalk," Mrs. Bingham insisted to her son, who
wished her to put her savings into the bank.
The youngest of a large family, Link had been accustomed all his
life to Mrs. Biugham's many whimsicalities.
"I s'pose you can smell he's a thief, just as you can tell when
it's goin' to rain, or the butter's comin', by the smell."
"Well, you needn't laugh, Lincoln. I can," maintained the old lady
stoutly. "An' I ain't goin' to put a red cent o my money mto his
pocket-f'r there's where it 'ud go to."
She yielded at last, and received a little bankbook in return for
her money. "Jest about all I'll ever get," she said privately; and
thereafter out of her' brass-bowed spectacles with an eagle's gaze
she watched the banker go by. But the banker, seeing the dear old
soul at the window looking out at him, always smiled and bowed,
unaware of her suspicion.
At the end of the year he bought the lot next to his rented house
and began building one of his own, a modest little affair, shaped
like a pork pie with a cupola, or a Tamo'-Shanter cap-a style of
architecture which became fashionable at once.
He worked heroically to get the location of the plow factory at
Bluff Siding, and all but succeeded; but Tyre, once their ally,
turned against them, and refused to consider the fact of the Siding's
position at the center of the county. However, for some reason or
other, the town woke up to something of a boom during the next two
years. Several large farmers decided to retire and live off the sweat
of some other fellow's brow, and so built some houses of the pork-pie
order and moved into town.
This inflow of moneyed men from the country resulted in the
establishment of a "seminary of learning" on the hillside, where the
Soldiers' Home was to be located. This called in more farmers from the
country, and a new hotel was built, a sash-and-door factory followed,
and Burt McPhail set up a feed mill.
An this improvement unquestionably dated, from the opening of the
bank, and the most unreasonmg partisans of the banker held him to be
the chief cause of the resulting development of the town, though he
himself modestly disclaimed any hand in the affair.
Had Bluff Siding been a city, the highest civic honors would have
been open to Banker Sanford; indeed, his name was repeatedly
mentioned in connection with the county offices.
"No, gentlemen," he explained firmly, but courteously, in Wilson's
store one night; "I'm a banker, not a politician. I can't ride two
In the second year of the bank's history he went up to the north
part of the state on business, visiting West Superior, Duluth,
Ashland, and other booming towns, and came back full of the wonders of
what he saw.
"There's big money up there, Nell," he said to his wife.
But she had the woman's tendency to hold fast to what she had, and
would not listen to any plans about moving.
"Build up your business here, Jim, and don't worry about what good
chances there are somewhere else."
He said no more about it, but he took great interest in all the
news the "boys" brought back from their annual deer hunts "up North."
They were all enthusiastic over West Superior and Duluth, and their
wonderful development was the never-ending theme of discussion in
The first two years of the bank's history were solidly successful,
and "Jim" and "Nellie" were the head and front of all good works and
the provoking cause of most of the fun. No one seemed more carefree.
"We consider ourselves just as young as anybody," Mrs. Sanford
would say, when joked about going out with the young people so much;
but sometirnes at home, after the children were asleep, she sighed a
"Jim, I wish you was in some kind of a business so I could help. I
don't have enough to do. I s'pose I could mop an' dust, an' dust an'
mop; but it seems sinful to Waste time that way. Can't I do anything,
"Why, no. If you 'tend to the children and keep house, that's all
anybody asks of you."
She was silent, but not convinced. She had a desire to do
something outside the walls of her house-a desire transmitted to her
from her father, for a woman inherits these things.
In the spring of the second year a number of the depositors drew
out money to invest in Duluth and Superior lots, and the whole town
was excited over the matter.
The summer passed, Link and Sanford spending their tirne in the
bank-that is, when not out swimming or fishing with the boys. But
July and August were terribly hot and dry, and oats and corn were
only half-crop; and the farmers were grumbling. Some of them were
forced to draw on the bank instead of depositing.
McPhail came in, one day in November, to draw a thousand dollars
to pay for a house and lot he had recently bought.
Sanford was alone. He whistled. "Phew! You're comin' at me hard.
Come in tomorrow. Link's gone down to the city to get some money."
"All right," said MePhail; "any time."
"Goin' t' snow?"
"Looks like it. I'll haf to load a lot o' ca'tridges ready fr biz."
About an hour later old lady Bingham burst upon the banker, wild
and breathless. "I want my money," she announced.
"Good morning, Mrs. Bingham. Pleasant-"
"I want my money. Where's Lincoln?"
She had read that morning of two bank failure-one in Nova Scotia
and one in Massachusetts-and they seemed providential warnings to
her. Lincoln's absence confirmed them.
"He's gone to St. Paul-won't be back till the five-o'clock train.
Do you need some money this morning? How much?"
"All of it, sir. Every cent."
Sanford saw something was out of gear. He tried to explain. "I've
sent your son to St. Paul after some money-"
"Where's my money? What have you done with that?" In her
excitement she thought of her money just as she hand handed it
in-silver and little rolls and wads of bills.
"If you'll let me explain-"
"I don't want you to explain nawthin'. Jest hand me out my money."
Two or three loafers, seeing her gesticulate, stopped on the walk
outside and looked in at the door. Sanford was annoyed, but he
remained calm and persuasive. He saw that something had caused a
panic in the good, simple old woman. He wished for Lincoln as one
wishes for a policeman sometimes.
"Now, Mrs. Bingham, if you'll only wait till Lincoln-"
"I don't want 'o wait. I want my money, right now."
"Will fifty dollars do?"
"No, sir; I want it all-every cent of it-jest as it was."
"But I can't do that. Your money is gone-"
"Gone? Where is it gone? What have you done with it? You thief-"
"'Sh!" He tried to quiet her. "I mean I can't give you your money-"
"Why can't you?" she stormed, trotting nervously on her feet as she
"Because-if you'd let me explain-we don't keep the money just as it
comes to us. We pay it out and take in other-"
Mrs. Bingham was getting more and more bewildered. She now had
only one clear idea-she couldn't get her money. Her voice grew tearful
like an angry child's.
"I want my money-I knew you'd steal it-that I worked for. Give me
Sanford hastily handed her some money. "Here's fifty dollars. You
can have the rest when-"
The old lady clutched the money, and literally ran out of the door,
and went off up the sidewalk, talking incoherently. To everyone she
met she told her story; but the men smiled and passed on. They had
heard her predictions of calamity before.
But Mrs. Mcllvaine was made a triffe uneasy by it "He wouldn't
give you y'r money? Or did he say he couldn't?" she inquired in her
"He couldn't, an' he wouldn't!" she said. "If you've got any money
there, you'd better get it out quick. It ain't safe a minute. When
Lincoln comes home I'm goin' to see if I can't-"
"Well, I was calc'latin' to go to Lumberville this week, anyway, to
buy a carpet and a chamber set. I guess I might 's well get the money
When she came in and demanded the money, Sanford was scared. Were
these two old women the beginning of the deluge? Would McPhail insist
on being paid also? There was just one hundred dollars left in the
bank, together with a little silver. With rare strategy he smiled.
"Certainly, Mrs. McIlvaine. How much will you need?" She had
intended to demand the whole of her deposit-one hundred and seventeen
dollars-but his readiness mollified her a little. "I did 'low I'd take
the hull, but I guess seventy-five dollars 'll do."
He paid the money briskly out over the little glass shelf. "How is
your children, Mrs. McIlvaine?"
"Purty well, thanky," replied Mrs. Mcllvaine, laboriously counting
"Is it all right?"
"I guess so," she replied dubiously. "I'll count it after I get
She went up the street with the feeling that the bank was all
right, and she stepped in and told Mrs. Bingham that she had no
trouble in getting her money.
Alter she had gone Sanford sat down and wrote a telegram which he
sent to St. Paul. This telegram, according to the duplicate at the
station, read in this puzzling way:
E. O., Exchange Block, No.96. All out of paper. Send five hundred
noteheads and envelopes to match. Business brisk. Press of
correspondence just now. Get them out quick. Wire.
Two or three others came in after a little money, but he put them
off easily. "Just been cashing some paper, and took all the ready
cash I can spare. Can't you wait till tomorrow? Link's gone down to
St. Paul to collect on some paper. Be back on the five o'clock. Nine
An old Norwegian woman came in to deposit ten dollars, and he
counted it in briskly, and put the amount down on her little book for
her. Barney Mace came in to deposit a hundred dollars, the proceeds of
a horse sale, and this helped him through the day. Those who wanted
small sums he paid.
"Glad this ain't a big demand. Rather close on cash today," he
said, smiling, as Lincoln's wife's sister came in.
She laughed, "I guess it won't bust yeh. If I thought it would, I'd
leave it in."
"Busted!" he said, when Vance wanted him to cash a draft. "Can't
do it. Sorry, Van. Do it in the morning all right. Can you wait?"
"Oh, I guess so. Haf to, won't I?"
"Curious," said Sanford, in a confidential way. "I don't know that
I ever saw things get in just such shape. Paper enough-but exchange,
ye know, and readjustment of accounts."
"I don't know much about banking, myself," said Vance, good
naturedly; "but I s'pose it's a good 'eal same as with a man. Git
short o' cash, first they know -ain't got a cent to spare."
"That's the idea exactly. Credit all right, plenty o' property,
but-" and he smiled and went at his books. The smile died out of his
eyes as Vance went out, and he pulled a little morocco book from his
pocket and began studying the beautiful columns of figures with which
it seemed to be filled. Those he compared with the books with great
care, thrusting the book out of sight when anyone entered.
He closed the bank as usual at five. Lincoln had not come couldn't
come now till the nine-o'clock accommodation. For an hour after the
shades were drawn he sat there in the semidarkness, silently pondering
on his situation. This attitude and deep quiet were unusual to him. He
heard the feet of friends and neighbors passing the door as he sat
there by the smoldering coal fire, in the growing darkness. There was
something impressive in his attitude.
He started up at last and tried to see what the hour was by turning
the face of his watch to the dull glow from the cannon stoye's open
"Suppertime," he said and threw the whole matter off, as if he had
decided it or had put off the decision till another time.
As he went by the post office Vance said to Mcllvaine in a smiling
way, as if it were a good joke on Sanford:
"Little short o' cash down at the bank."
"He's a good fellow," Mcllvaine said.
"So's his wife," added Vance with a chuckle.
That night, after supper, Sanford sat in his snug little skting
room with a baby on each knee, looking as cheerful and happy as any
man in the village. The children crowed and shouted as he "trotted
them to Boston," or rode them on the toe of his boot. They made a
noisy, merry group.
Mrs. Sanford "did her own work," and her swift feet could be heard
moving to and fro out in the kitchen. It was pleasant there; the
woodwork, the furniture, the stove, the curtains-all had that look of
newness just growing into coziness. The coal stove was lighted and the
curtains were drawn.
After the work in the kitchen was done, Mrs. Sanford came in and
sat awhile by the fire with the children, looking very wifely in her
dark dress and white apron, her round, smiling face glowing with love
and pride-the gloating look of a mother seeing her children in the
arms of her husband.
"How is Mrs. Peterson's baby, Jim?" she said suddenly, her face
"Pretty bad, I guess. La, la, la-deedle-dee! The doctor seemed to
think it was a tight squeak if it lived. Guess it's done for-oop 'e
She made a little leap at the youngest child and clasped it
convulsively to her bosom. Her swift maternal imagination had made
another's loss very near and terrible.
"Oh, say, Nell," he broke out, on seeing her sober, "I had the
confoundedest time today with old lady Bingham-"
"'Sh! Baby's gone to sleep."
After the children had been put to bed in the little alcove off the
sitting room, Mrs. Sanford came back, to find Jim absorbed over a
little book of accounts.
"What are you studying, Jim?"
Someone knocked on the door before he had time to reply.
"Come in!" he said.
'Sh! Don't yell so," his wife whispered.
"Telegram, Jim," said a voice in the obscurity.
"Oh! That you, Sam? Come in.
Sam, a lathy fellow with a quid in his cheek, stepped in. "How d'
'e do, Mis' Sanford?"
"Set down-se' down."
"Can't stop; 'most train time."
Sanford tore the envelope open, read the telegram rapidly, the
smile fading out of his face. He read it again, word for word, then
sat looking at it.
"Any answer?" asked Sam.
"All right. Good night."
After the door slammed, Sanford took the sheet from the envelope
and reread it. At length he dropped into his chair. "That settles it,"
he said aloud.
"Settles what? What's the news?" His wife came up and looked over
"Settles I've got to go on that nine-thirty train."
"Be back on the morning train?"
"Yes; I guess so-I mean, of course-I'll have to be-to open the
Mrs. Sanford looked at him for a few seconds in silence. There was
something in his look, and especially in his tone, that troubled her.
"What do you mean? Jim, you don't intend to come back!" She took
his arm. "What's the matter? Now tell me! What are you going away
He knew he could not deceive his wife's ears and eyes just then, so
he remained silent. "We've got to leave, Nell," he admitted at last.
"Why? What for?"
"Because I'm busted-broke-gone up the spout-and all the rest!" he
said desperately, with an attempt at fun. "Mrs. Bingham and Mrs.
McIlvaine have busted me-dead."
"Why-why-what has become of the money-all the money the people
have put in there?"
"Gone up with the rest."
"What 've you done with it? I don't-"
"Well, I've invested it-and lost it."
"James Gordon Sanford!" she exclaimed, trying to realize it. "Was
that right? Ain't that a case of-of-"
"Shouldn't wonder. A case of embezzlement such as you read of in
the newspapers." His tone was easy, but he avoided the look in his
wife's beautiful gray eyes.
"But it's-stealing-ain't it?" She stared at him, bewildered by his
reckless lightness of mood.- "It is now, because I've lost. If I'd'a
won it, it 'ud 'a' been financial shrewdness!"
She asked her next question after a pause, in a low voice, and
through teeth almost set. "Did you go into this bank to-steal this
money? Tell me that!"
"No; I didn't, Nell. I ain't quite up to that."
His answer softened her a little, and she sat looking at him
steadlly as he went on. The tears began to roll slowly down her
cheeks. Her hands were clenched.
"The fact is, the idea came into my head last fall when I went up
to Superior. My partner wanted me to go in with him on some land, and
I did. We speculated on the growth of the town toward the south. We
made a strike; then he wanted me to go in on a copper mine. Of course
As he went on with the usual excuses her mind made all the
allowances possible for him. He had always been boyish, impulsive,
and lacking in judgment and strength of character. She was humiliated
and frightened, but she loved and sympathized with him.
Her silence alarmed him, and he made excuses for himself. He was
speculating for her sake more than for his own, and so on.
"Cho-coo!" whistled the far-off train through the still air.
He sprang up and reached for his coat.
She seized his arm again. "Where are you going?" she sternly
"To take that train."
'When are you coming back?"
"I don't know." But his tone said, "Never."
She felt it. Her face grew bitter. "Going to leave me and-the
"I'll send for you soon. Come, goodbye!" He tried to put his arm
about her. She stepped back.
"Jim, if you leave me tonight" ("Choo-choo!" whistled the engine)
"you leave me forever." There was a terrible resolution in her tone.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm going to stay here. If you go-I'll never be your
wife-again-never!" She glanced at the sleeping children, and her chin
"I can't face those fellows-they'll kill me," he said in a sullen
"No, they won't. They'll respect you, if you stay and tell 'em
exactly how-it-all-is. You've disgraced me and my children, that's
what you've done! If you don't stay-"
The clear jangle of the engine bell sounded through the night as
with the whiz of escaping steam and scrape and jar of gripping brakes
and howl of wheels the train came to a stop at the station. Sanford
dropped his coat and sat down again. + "I'll have to stay now." His
tone was dry and lifeless. It had a reproach in it that cut the wife
deep-deep as the fountain of tears; and she went across the room and
knelt at the bedside, burying her face in the clothes on the feet of
her children, and sobbed silently.
The man sat with bent head, looking into the glowing coal,
whistling through his teeth, a look of sullen resignation and
endurance on his face that had never been there before. His very
attitude was alien and ominous.
Neither spoke for a long time. At last he rose and began taking off
his coat and vest.
"Well, I suppose there's nothing to do but go to bed."
She did not stir-she might have been asleep so far as any sound or
motion was concerned. He went off to the bed in the little parlor,
and she still knelt there, her heart full of anger, bitterness,
The sunny uneventfulness of her past life made this great storm the
more terrifying. Her trust in her husband had been absolute. A
farmer's daughter, the bank clerk had seemed to her the equal of any
gentleman in the world-her world; and when she knew his delicacy, his
unfailing kindness, and his abounding good nature, she had accepted
him as the father of her children, and this was the first revelation
to her of his inherent moral weakness.
Her mind went over the whole ground again and again, in a sort of
blinding rush. She was convinced of his lack of honor more by his
tone, his inflections, than by his words. His lack of deep regret, his
readiness to leave her to bear the whole shock of thediscovery- these
were in his flippant tones; and everytime she thought of them the hot
blood surged over her. At such moments she hated him, and her white
To these moods succeeded others, when she remembered his smile,
the dimple in his chin, his tender care for the sick, his buoyancy,
his songs to the children-How could he sit there, with the children on
his knees, and plan to run away, leaving them disgraced?
She went to bed at last with the babies, and with their soft, warm
little bodies touching her side fell asleep, pondering, suffering as
only a mother and wife can suffer when distrust and doubt of her
husband supplant confidence and adoration.
The children awakened her by their delighted cooing and kissing.
It was a great event, this waking to find mamma in their bed. It was
hardly light, of a dull gray morning; and with the children tumbling
about over her, feeling the pressure of the warm little hands and soft
lips, she went over the whole situation again, and at last settled
upon her action.
She rose, shook down the coal in the stove in the sitting room, and
started a fire in the kitchen; then she dressed the children by the
coal burner. The elder of them, as soon as dressed, ran in to wake
"Poppa" while the mother went about breakfast-getting.
Sanford came out of his bedroom unwontedly gloomy, greeting the
children in a subdued maimer. He shivered as he sat by the fire and
stirred the stove as if he thought the room was cold. His face was
pale and moist.
"Breakfast is ready, James," called Mrs. Sanford in a tone which
she meant to be habitual, but which had a cadence of sadness in it.
Some way, he found it hard to look at her as he came out. She
busied herself with placing the children at the table, in order to
conceal her own emotion.
"I don't believe I'll eat any meat this morning, Nellie. I ain't
She glanced at him quickly, keenly. "What's the matter?"
"I d'know. My stomach is kind of upset by this failure o' mine. I'm
in great shape to go down to the bank this morning and face them
"It's got to be done."
"I know it; but that don't help me any." He tried to smile.
She mused, while the baby hammered on his tin plate. "You've got
to go down. If you don't-I will," said she resolutely. "And you must
say that that money will be paid back-every cent."
"But that's more'n I can do-"
"It must be done."
"But under the law-"
"There's nothing can make this thing right except paying every cent
we owe. I ain't a-goin' to have it said that my children-that I'm
livin' on somebody else. If you don't pay these debts, I will. I've
thought it all out. If you don't stay and face it, and pay these men,
I won't own you as my husband. I loved and trusted you, Jim-I thought
you was honorable-it's been a terrible blow-but I've decided it all in
She conquered her little weakness and went on to the end firmly.
Her face looked pale. There was a square look about the mouth and
chin. The iron resolution and Puritanic strength of her father, old
John Foreman, had come to the surface. Her look and tone mastered the
man, for he loved her deeply.
She had set him a hard task, and when he rose and went down the
street he walked with bent head, quite unlike his usual self.
There were not many men on the street. It seemed earlier than it
was, for it was a raw, cold morning, promising snow. The sun was
completely masked in a seamless dust-gray cloud. He met Vance with a
brown parcel (beefsteak for breakfast) under his arm.
"Hello, Jim! How are ye, so early in the morning?"
"Blessed near used up."
"That so? What's the matter?"
"I d'know," said Jim, listlessly. "Bilious, I guess. Headache-
"Oh! Well, now, you try them pills I was tellin' you of." Arrived
at the bank, he let himself in and locked the door behind him. He
stood in the middle of the floor a few minutes, then went behind the
railing and sat down. He didn't build a fire, though it was cold and
damp, and he shivered as he sat leaning on the desk. At length he drew
a large sheet of paper toward him and wrote something on it in a heavy
He was writing on this when Lincoln entered at the back, whistling
boyishly. "Hello, Jim! Ain't you up early? No fire, eh?" He rattled
at the stove.
Sanford said nothing, but finished his writing. Then he said,
quietly, "You needn't build a fire on my account, Link."
"Well, I'm used up."
"What's the matter?"
"I'm sick, and the business has gone to the devil." He looked out
of the window.
Link dropped the poker, and came around behind the counter, and
stared at Sanford with fallen mouth.
"Wha'd you say?"
"I said the business had gone to the devil. We're broke
busted-petered-gone up the spout." He took a sort of morbid pleasure
in saying these things.
"What's busted us? Have-"
"I've been speciflatin' in copper. My partner's busted me."
Link came closer. His mouth stiffened and an ominous look came
into his eyes. "You don't mean to say you've lost my money, and
Mother's, and Uncle Andrew's, and all the rest?"
Sanford was getting irritated. "- it! What's the use? I tell you,
yes! It's all gone-very cent of it."
Link caught him by the shoulder as he sat at the desk. Sanford's
tone enraged him. "You thief! But you'll pay me back, or I'll-"
"Oh, go ahead! Pound a sick man, if it'll do you any good," said
Sanford with a peculiar recklessness of lifeless misery. "Pay y'rsell
out of the safe. Here's the combination."
Lincoln released him and began turning the knob of the door. At
last it swung open, and he searched the money drawers. Less than
forty dollars, all told. His voice was full of helpless rage as he
turned at last and walked up close to Sanford's bowed head.
"I'd like to pound the life out o' you!"
"You're at liberty to do so, if it'll be any satisfaction." This
desperate courage awed the younger man. He gazed at Sanford in
"If you'll cool down and wait a little, Link, I'll tell you all
about it. I'm sick as a horse. I guess I'll go home. You can put this
up in the window and go home, too, if you want to."
Lincoln saw that Sanford was sick. He was shivering, and drops of
sweat were on his white forehead. Lincoln stood aside silently and
let him go out.
"Better lock up, Link. You can't do anything by staying here."
Lincoln took refuge in a boyish phrase that would have made anyone
but a sick man laugh: "Well, this is a -of a note!"-
He took up the paper. It read:
TO MY CREDITORS AND DEPOSITORS
Through a combination of events I find myself obliged to
temporarily suspend payment. I ask the depositors to be patient, and
their claims will be met. I think I can pay twenty-five cents on the
dollar, if given a little time. I shall not run away. I shall stay
right here till all matters are honorably settled.
JAMES G. SANFORD
Lincoln hastily pinned this paper to the windowsash so that it
could be seen from without, then pulled down the blinds and locked
the door. His fun-loving nature rose superior to his rage for the
moment. "There'll be the devil to pay in this burg before two hours."
He slipped out the back way, taking the keys with him. "I'll go and
tell uncle, and then we'll see if Jim can't turn in the house on our
account," he thought as he harnessed a team to drive out to
The first man to try the door was an old Norwegian in a spotted
Mackinac jacket and a fur cap, with the inevitable little red tippet
about his neck. He turned the knob, knocked, and at last saw the
writing, which he could not read, and went away to tell Johnson that
the bank was closed. Johnson thought nothing special of that; it was
early, and they weren't very particular to open on time, anyway.
Then the barber across the street tried to get in to have a bill
changed. Trying to peer in the window, he saw the notice, which he
read with a grin.
"One o' Link's jobs," he explained to the fellows in the shop.
"He's too darned lazy to open on time, so he puts up notice that the
bank is busted."
"Let's go and see."
"Don't do it! He's watchin' to see us all rush across and look.
Just keep quiet, and see the solid citizens rear around."
Old Orrin McIlvaine came out of the post office and tried the door
next, then stood for a long time reading the notice, and at last
walked thoughtfully away. Soon he returned, to the merriment of the
fellows in the barbershop, with two or three solid citizens who had
been smoking an after-breakfast cigar and planning a deer hunt. They
stood before the window in a row and read the notice. Mcllvaine
gesticulated with his cigar.
"Gentlemen, there's a pig loose here."
"One o' Link's jokes, I reckon."
"But that's Sanford's writin'. An' here it is nine o'clock, and no
one round. I don't like the looks of it, myself."
The crowd thickened; the fellows came out of the blacksmith shop,
while the jokers in the barbershop smote their knees and yelled with
"What's up?" queried Vance, coming up and repeating the universal
McIlvaine pointed at the poster with his cigar.
Vance read the notice, while the crowd waited silently.
"What ye think of it?"asked someone impatiently. Vance smoked a
moment. "Can't say. Where's Jim?"
"That's it! Where is he?"
"Best way to find out is to send a boy up to the house." He called
a boy and sent him scurrying up the street.
The crowd now grew sober and discussed possibilities. "If that's
true, it's the worst crack on the head I ever had," said Mcllvaine.
"Seventeen hundred dollars is my pile in there." He took a seat on
"Well, I'm tickled to death to think I got my little stake out
before anything happened."
"When you think of it-what security did he ever give?" Mcllvaine
"Not a cent-not a red cent."
"No, sir; we simply banked on him. Now, he's a good fellow, an'
this may be a joke o' Link's; but the fact is, it might 'a' happened.
Well, sonny?" he said to the boy, who came running up.
"Link ain't to home, an' Mrs. Sanford she says Jim's sick an' can't
There was a silence. "Anybody see him this morning?" asked Wilson.
"Yes; I saw him," said Vance. "Looked bad, too." The crowd
changed; people came and went, some to get news, some to carry it
away. In a short time the whole town knew the bank had "busted all to
smash." Farmers drove along and stopped to find out what it all meant.
The more they talked, the more excited they grew; and "scoundrel," and
"I always had my doubts of that feller," were phrases growing more
The list of the victims grew until it was evident that neariy all
of the savings of a dozen or. more depositors were swallowed up, and
the sum reached was nearly twenty thousand dollars.
"What did he do with it?" was the question. He never gambled or
drank. He lived frugally. There was no apparent cause for this
failure of a trusted institution.
It was beginning to snow in great, damp, driving flakes, which
melted as they fell, giving to the street a strangeness and gloom
that were impressive. The men left the sidewalk at last and gathered
in the saloons and stores to continue the discussion.
The crowd at the railroad saloon was very decided in its belief.
Sanford had pocketed the money and skipped. That yarn about his being
at home sick was a blind. Some went so far as to say that it was
almighty curious where Link was, hinting darkly that the bank ought to
be broken into, and so on.
Upon this company burst Barney and Sam Mace from "Hogan's
Corners." They were excited by the news and already inflamed with
"Say!" yelled Barney, "any o' you fellers know any-thing about Jim
"No. Why? Got any money there?"
"Yes; and I'm goin' to git it out, if I haf to smash the door in."
"That's the talk!" shouted some of the loafers. They sprang up and
surrounded Barney. There was something in his voice that aroused all
their latent ferocity. "I'm goin' to get into that bank an' see how
things look, an' then I'm goin' to find Sanford an' get my money, or
pound - out of 'im, one o' the six."
"Go find him first. He's up home, sick-so's his wife."
"I'll see whether he's sick 'r not. I'll drag 'im out by the scruff
o' the neck! Come on!" He ended with a sudden resolution, leading the
way out into the street, where the falling snow was softening the
dirt into a sticky mud.
A rabble of a dozen or two of men and boys followed Mace up the
street. He led the way with great strides, shouting his threats. As
they passed along, women thrust their heads out at the windows,
asking, "What's the matter?" And someone answered each time in a
voice of unconcealed delight:
"Sanford's stole all the money in the bank, and they're goin' up to
lick 'im. Come on if ye want to see the fun."
In a few moments the street looked as if an alarm of fire had been
sounded. Half the town seemed to be out, and the other half
coming-women in shawls, like squaws; children capering and laughing;
young men grinning at the girls who came out and stood at the gates.
Some of the citizens tried to stop it. Vance found the constable
looking on and ordered him to do his duty and stop that crowd.
"I can't do anything," he said helplessly. "They ain't done
nawthin' yet, an' I don't know-"
"Oh, git out! They're goin' up there to whale Jim, an' you know it.
If you don't stop 'em, I'll telephone f'r the sheriff, and have you
arrested with 'em."
Under this pressure, the constable ran along after the crowd, in an
attempt to stop it. He reached them as they stood about the little
porch of the house, packed closely around Barney and Sam, who said
nothing, but followed Barney like his shadow. If the sun had been
shining, it might not have happened as it did; but there was a
semi-obscurity, a weird half-light shed by the thick sky and falling
snow, which somehow encouraged the enraged ruffians, who pounded on
the door just as the pleading voice of the constable was heard.
"Hold on, gentlemen! This is ag'inst the law
"Law to -!" said someone. "This is a case f'r something besides
"Open up there!" roared the raucous voice of Barney Mace as he
pounded at the door fiercely.
The door opened, and the wife appeared, one child in her arms, the
other at her side.
"What do you want?"
"Where's that banker? Tell the thief to come out here! We want to
talk with him."
The woman did not quail, but her face seemed a ghastly yellow,
seen through the falling snow.
"He can't come. He's sick."
"Sick! We'll sick 'im! Tell 'im t' come out, or we'll snake 'im out
by the heels." The crowd laughed. The worst elements of the saloons
surrounded the two half-savage men. It was amusing to them to see the
woman face them all in that way.
"Where's McPhail?" Vance inquired anxiously. "Some-body find
"Stand out o' the way!" snarled Barney as he pushed the struggling
The wife raised her voice to that wild, animal-like pitch a woman
uses when desperate.
"I shan't do it, I tell you! Help!"
"Keep out o' my way, or I'll wring y'r neck fr yeh." She struggled
with him, but he pushed her aside and entered the room.
"What's goin' on here?" called the ringing voice of Andrew
McPhail, who had just driven up with Link.
Several of the crowd looked over their shoulders at McPhail.
"Hello, Mac! Just in time. Oh, nawthin'. Barney's callin' on the
banker, that's all."
Over the heads of the crowd, packed struggling about the door,
came the woman's scream again. McPhail dashed around the crowd,
running two or three of them down, and entered the back door. Vance,
McIlvaine, and Lincoln followed him.
"Cowards!" the wife said as the ruffians approached the bed. They
swept her aside, but paused an instant be-fore the glance of the sick
man's eye. He lay there, desperately, deathly sick. The blood throbbed
in his whirling brain, his eyes were bloodshot and blinded, his
strength was gone. He could hardly speak. He partly rose and stretched
out his hand, and then fell back.
"Kill me-if you want to-but let her-alone. She's-"
The children were crying. The wind whistled drearily across the
room, carrying the evanescent flakes of soft snow over the heads of
the pausing, listening crowd in the doorway. Quick steps were heard.
"Hold on there!" cried McPhail as he burst into the room. He
seemed an angel of God to the wife and mother.
He spread his great arms in a gesture which suggested irresistible
strength and resolution. "Clear out! Out with ye!"
No man had ever seen him look like that before. He awed them with
the look in his eyes. His long service as sheriff gave him authority.
He hustled them, cuffed them out of the door like schoolboys. Barney
backed out, cursing. He knew McPhall too well to refuse to obey.
McPhail pushed Barney out, shut the door behind him, and stood on
the steps, looking at the crowd.
"Well, you're a great lot! You fellers, would ye jump on a sick
man? What ye think ye're all doin', anyhow?"
The crowd laughed. "Hey, Mac; give us a speech!"
"You ought to be booted, the whole lot o' yeh!" he replied.
"That houn' in there's run the bank into the ground, with every
cent o' money we'd put in," said Barney. "I s'pose ye know that."
"Well, s'pose he has-what's the use o' jumpin' on
"Git it out of his hide."
"I've heerd that talk before. How much you got in?"
"Two hundred dollars."
"Well, I've got two thousand." The crowd saw the point.
"I guess if anybody was goin' t' take it out of his hide, I'd be
the man; but I want the feller to live and have a chance to pay it
back. Killin' 'im is a dead loss."
"That's so!" shouted somebody. "Mac ain't no fool, if he does chaw
hay," said another, and the crowd laughed. They were losing that
frenzy, largely imitative and involuntary, which actuates a mob.
There was something counteracting in the ex-sheriff's cool, humorous
"Give us the rest of it, Mac!"
"The rest of it is clear out o' here, 'r I'll boot every mother's
son of yeh!"
"Can't do it!"
"Come down an' try it!"
McIlvaine opened the door and looked out. "Mac, Mrs. Sanford wants
to say something-if it's safe."
"Safe as eatin' dinner."
Mrs. Sanford came out, looking pale and almost like a child as she
stood beside her defender's towering bulk. But her face was resolute.
"That money will be paid back," she said, "dollar for dollar, if
you'll just give us a chance. As soon as Jim gets well enough every
cent will be paid, If I live."
The crowd received this little speech in silence. One or two said,
in low voices: "That's business. She'll do it, too, if anyone can."
Barney pushed his way through the crowd with contemptuous. curses.
"The she will!" he said.
"We'll see 't you have a chance," McPhall and McIlvaine assured
She went in and closed the door.
"Now git!" said Andrew, coming down the steps. The crowd scattered
with laughing taunts. He turned and entered the house. The rest
drifted off down the street through the soft flurries of snow, and in
a few moments the street assumed its usual appearance.
The failure of the bank and the raid on the banker had passed into
In the light of the days of calm afterthought which followed, this
attempt upon the peace of the Sanford home grew more monstrous and
helped largely to mitigate the feeling against the banker. Besides, he
had not run away; that was a strong point in his favor.
"Don't that show," argued Vance to the post office- "don't that
show he didn't intend to steal? An' don't it show he's goin' to try to
make things square?"
"I guess we might as well think that as anything."
"I claim the boys has a right t' take sumpthin' out o' his hide,"
Bent Wilson stubbornly insisted.
"Ain't enough t' go 'round," laughed McPhail. "Besides, I can't
have it. Link an' I own the biggest share in 'im, an' we can't have
McIlvaine and Vance grinned. "That's a fact, Mac. We four fellers
are the main losers. He's ours, an' we can't have him foundered 'r
crippled 'r cut up in any way. Ain't that woman of his gritty?"
"Gritty ain't no name for her. She's goin' into business."
"So I hear. They say Jim was crawling around a little yesterday. I
"I did. He looks pretty streak-id-now you bet."
"Wha'd he say for himself?"
"Oh, said give 'im time-he'd fix it all up."
"How much time?"
"Time enough. Hain't been able to look at a book since. Say, ain't
it a little curious he was so sick just then-sick as a p'isened dog?"
The two men looked at each other in a manner most comically
significant. The thought of poison was in the mind of each.
It was under these trying circumstances that Sanford began to
crawl about, a week or ten days after his sickness. It was really the
most terrible punishment for him. Before, everybody used to sing out,
"Hello, Jim!"- or "Mornin', banker," or some other jovial,
heartwarming salutation. Now, as he went down the street, the groups
of men smoking on the sunny side of the stores ignored him, or looked
at him with scornfull eyes.
Nobody said, "Hello, Jim!"-not even McPhail or Vance. They nodded
merely, and went on with their smoking. The children followed him and
stared at him without compassion. They had heard him called a
scoundrel and a thief too often at home to feel any pity for his pale
After his first trip down the street, bright with the December
sunshine, he came home in a bitter, weak mood, smarting, aching with
a poignant self-pity over the treatment he had received from his old
"It's all your fault," he burst out to his wife. "If you'd only let
me go away and look up another place, I wouldn't have to put up with
all these sneers and insults."
"What sneers and insults?" she asked, coming over to him.
"Why, nobody 'll speak to me."
"Won't Mr. McPhail and Mr. Mcllvalne?"
"Yes; but not as they used to."
"You can't blame 'em, Jim. You must go to work and win back their
"I can't do that. Let's go away, Nell, and try again." Her mouth
closed firmly. A hard look came into her eyes. "You can go if you
want to, Jim, I'm goin' to stay right here till we can leave
honorably. We can't run away from this. It would follow us anywhere
we went; and it would get worse the farther we went"
He knew the unyielding quality of his wife's resolution, and from
that moment he submitted to his fate. He loved his wife and children
with a passionate love that made life with them, among the citizens he
had robbed, better than life anywhere else on earth; he had no power
to leave them.
As soon as possible he went over his books and found out that he
owed, above all notes coming in, about eleven thousand dollars. This
was a large sum to look forward to paying by anything he could do in
the Siding, now that his credit was gone. Nobody would take him as a
clerk, and there was nothing else to be done except manual labor, and
he was not strong enough for that.
His wife, however, had a plan. She sent East to friends for a
little money at once, and with a few hundred dollars opened a little
store in time for the holiday trade-wallpaper, notions, light dry
goods, toys, and millinery. She did her own housework and attended to
her shop in a grim, uncomplaining fashion that made Sanford feel like
a criminal in her presence. He couldn't propose to help her in the
store, for he knew the people would refuse to trade with him, so he
attended to the children and did little things about the house for the
first few months of the winter.
His life for a time was abjectly pitiful. He didn't know what to
do. He had lost his footing, and, worst of all, he felt that his wife
no longer respected him. She loved and pitied him, but she no longer
looked up to him. She went about her work and down to her store with
a silent, resolute, uncommunicative air, utterly unlike her former
sunny, domestic self, so that even she seemed alien like the rest. If
he had been ill, Vance and McPhail would have attended him; as it was,
they could not help him.
She already had the sympathy of the entire town, and McIlvaine had
said: "If you need more money, you can have it, Mrs. Sanford. Call on
us at any time."
"Thank you. I don't think I'll need it. All I ask is your trade,"
she replied. "I don't ask anybody to pay more'n a thing's worth,
either. I'm goin' to sell goods on business principles, and I expect
folks to buy of me because I'm selling reliable goods as cheap as
Her business was successful from the start, but she did not allow
herself to get too confident.
"This is a kind of charity trade. It won't last on that basis.
Folks ain't goin' to buy of me because I'm poor-not very long," she
said to Vance, who went in to congratulate her on her booming trade
during Christmas and New Year.
Vance called so often, advising or congratulating her, that the
boys joked him. "Say, looky here! You're gom' to get into a peck o'
trouble with your wife yet. You spend about hall y'r time in the new
Vance looked serene as he replied, "I'd stay longer and go oftener
If I could."
"Well, if you ain't cheekier 'n ol' cheek! I should think you'd be
ashamed to say it."
"'Shamed of it? I'm proud of it! As I tell my wife, if I'd 'a' met
Mis' Sanford when we was both young, they wouldn't 'a' be'n no such
The new life made its changes in Mrs. Sanford. She grew thinner
and graver, but as she went on, and trade steadily increased, a
feeling of pride, a sort of exultation, came into her soul and shone
from her steady eyes. It was glorious to feel that she was holding
her own with men in the world, winning their respect, which is better
than their flattery. She arose each day at five o'clock with a
distinct pleasure, for her physical health was excellent, never
She began to dream. She could pay off five hundred dollars a year
of the interest-perhaps she could pay some of the principal, if all
went well. Perhaps in a year br two she could take a larger store,
and, if Jim got something to do, in ten years they could pay it all
off-every cent! She talked with businessmen, and read and studied,
and felt each day a firmer hold on affairs.
Sanford got the agency of an insurance company or two and earned a
few dollars during the spring. In June things brightened up a little.
The money for a note of a thousand dollars fell due-a note he had
considered virtually worthless, but the debtor, having had a "streak
o' luck," sent seven hundred and fifty dollars. Sanford at once called
a meeting of his creditors, and paid them, pro rata, a thousand
dollars. The meeting took place in his wife's store, and in making the
speech Sanford said:
"I tell you, gentlemen, if you'll only give us a chance, we'll
clear this thing all up-that is, the principal. We can't-"
"Yes, we can, James. We can pay it all, principal and interest. We
owe the interest just as much as the rest." It was evident that there
was to be no letting down while she lived.
The effect of this payment was marked. The general feeling was
much more kindly than before. Most of the fellows dropped back into
the habit of calling him Jim; but, after all, it was not like the
greeting of old, when he was "banker." Still the gain in confidence
found a reflex in him. His shoulders, which had begun to droop a
little, lifted, and his eyes brightened.
"We'll win yet," he began to say.
"She's a-holdin' of 'im right to time," Mrs. Bingham said.
It was shortly after this that he got the agency for a new
cash-delivery system, and went on the road with it, traveling in
northern Wisconsin and Minnesota. He came back after a three weeks'
trip, quite jubilant. "I've made a hundred dollars, Nell. I'm all
right if this holds out, and I guess it will."
In the following November, just a year after the failure, they
celebrated the day, at her suggestion, by paying interest on the
unpaid sums they owed.
"I could pay a little more on the principal," she explained, "but I
guess it'll be better to use it for my stock. I can pay better
dividends next year.
"Take y'r time, Mrs. Sanford," Vance said.
Of course she could not escape criticism. There were the usual
number of women who noticed that she kept her 'young uns" in the
latest style, when as a matter of fact she sat up nights to make their
little things. They also noticed that she retained her house and her
"If I was in her place, seems to me, I'd turn in some o' my fine
furniture toward my debts," Mrs. Sam Gilbert said spitefully.
She did not even escape calumny. Mrs. Sam Gilbert darkly hinted at
certain "goin's on durin' his bein' away. Lit up till after midnight
some nights. I c'n see her winder from mine."
Rose McPhail, one of Mrs. Sanford's most devoted friends, asked
quietly, "Do you sit up all night t' see?"
"S'posin' I do!" she snapped. "I can't sleep with such things goin'
"If it'll do you any good, Jane, I'll say that she's settin' up
there sewin' for the children. If you'd keep your nose out o' other
folks' affairs, and attend better to your own, your house wouldn't
look' like a pigpen, all' your children like A-rabs."
But in spite of a few annoyances of this character Mrs. Sanford
found her new life wholesomer and broader than her old life, and the
pain of her loss grew less poignant.
One day in spring, in the lazy, odorous hush of the afternoon, the
usual number of loafers were standing on the platform, waiting for
the train. The sun was going down the slope toward the hills, through
a warm April haze.
"Hello!" exclaimed the man who always sees things first. "Here
comes Mrs. Sanford and the ducklings."
"Ain't goin' off, is she?"
"Nope; guess not. Meet somebody, prob'ly Sanford."
"Well, sornethin's up. She don't often get out o' that store."
"Le's see; he's been gone most o' the winter, hain't he?"
"Yes; went away about New Year's."
Mrs. Sanford came past, leading a child by each hand, nodding and
smiling to friends-for all seemed friends. She looked very resolute
and businesslike in her plain, dark dress, with a dull flame of color
at the throat, while the broad hat she wore gave her face a touch of
piquancy very charming. Evidently she was in excellent spirits, and
laughed and chatted in quite a carefree way.
She was now an institution at the Siding. Her store had grown in
proportions yearly, until it was as large and commodious as any in
the town. The drummers for dry goods all called there, and the fact
that she did not sell any groceries at all did not deter the drummers
for grocery houses from calling to see each time if she hadn't
decided to put in a stock of groceries.
These keen-eyed young fellows had spread her fame all up and down
the road. She had captured them, not by beauty, but by her pluck,
candor, honesty, and by a certain fearless but reserved camaraderie.
She was not afraid of them, or of anybody else, now.
The train whistled, and everybody turned to watch it as it came
pushing around the bluff like a huge hound on a trail, its nose close
to the ground. Among the first to alight was Sanford, in a shining
new silk hat and a new suit of clothes. He was smiling gaily as he
fought his way through the crowd to his wife's side. "Hello!" he
shouted. "I thought I'd see you all here."
"W'y, Jim, ain't you cuttin' a swell?"
"A swell! Well, who's got a better right? A man wants to look as
well as he can when he comes home to such a family."
"Hello, Jim!. That plug 'll never do."
"Hello, Vance! Yes; but it's got to do. Say, you tell all the
fellers that's got anything ag'inst me to come around tomorrow night
to the store. I want to make some kind of a settlement."
"All right, Jim. Goin' to pay a new dividend?"
"That's what I am," he beamed as he walked off with his wife, who
was studying him sharply.
"Jim, what ails you?"
"Nothin'; I'm all right."
"But this new suit? And the hat? And the necktie?" He laughed
merrily-so merrily, in fact, that his wife looked at him the more
anxiously. He appeared to be in a queer state of intoxication-a state
that made him happy without impairing his faculties, however. He
turned suddenly and put his lips down toward her ear. "Well, Nell, I
can't hold in any longer. We've struck it!"
"Well, you see that derned fool partner o' mine got me to go into a
lot o' land in the copper country. That's where all the trouble came.
He got awfully let down. Well, he's had some surveyors to go up there
lately and look it over, and the next thing we knew the Superior
Mining Company came along an' wanted to buy it. Of course we didn't
want to sell just then."
They had reached the store door, and he paused.
"We'll go right home to supper," she said. "The girls will look out
for things till I get back."
They walked on together, the children laughing and playing ahead.
"Well, upshot of it is, I sold out my share to Osgood for twenty
She stopped and stared at him. "Jim-Gordon Sanford!"
"Fact! I can prove it." He patted his breast pocket mysteriously.
"Ten thousand right there."
"Gracious sakes alive! How dare you' carry so much money?"
"I'm mighty glad o' the chance." He grinned.
They walked on almost in silence, with only a word now and then.
She seemed to be thinking deeply, and he didn't want to disturb her.
It was a delicious spring hour. The snow was all gone, even under the
hedges. The roads were warm and brown. The red sun was flooding the
valley with a misty, rich-colored light, and against the orange and
gold of the sky the hills stood in Tyrian purple. Wagons were rattling
along the road. Men on the farms in the edge of the village could be
heard whistling at their work. A discordant jangle of a neighboring
farmer's supper bell announced that it was time "to turn out."
Sanford was almost as gay as a lover. He seemed to be on the point
of regaining his old place in his wife's respect. Somehow the
possession of the package of money in his pocket seemed to make him
more worthy of her, to put him more on an equality with her.
As they reached the little one-story square cottage he sat down on
the porch, where the red light fell warmly, and romped with the
children, while his wife went in and took off her things. She "kept a
girl" now, so that the work of getting supper did not devolve entirely
upon her. She came out soon to call them all to the supper table in
the little kitchen back of the sitting room.
The children were wild with delight to have "Poppa" back, and the
meal was the merriest they had had for a long time. The doors and
windows were open, and the spring evening air came in' laden with the
sweet, suggestive smell of bare ground. The alert chuckle of an
occasional robin could be heard.
Mrs. Sanford looked up from her tea. "There's one thing I don't
like, Jim, and that's the way that money comes. You didn't-you didn't
really earn it."
"Oh' don't worry yourself about that. That's the way things go.
It's just luck."
"Well, I can't see it just that way. It seems to me just-like
gambling. You win' but-but somebody else must lose."
"Oh well, look a-here; if you go to lookin' too sharp into things
like that, you'll find a good 'eal of any business like gamblin'."
She said no more, but her face remained clouded. On the way down
to the store they met Lincoln.
"Come down to the store, Link, and bring Joe. I want to talk with
Lincoln stared, but said, "All right." Then added, as the others
walked away, "Well, that feller ain't got no cheek t' talk to me like
that-more cheek 'n a gov'ment mule!"
Jim took a seat near the door and watched his wife as she went
about the store. She employed two clerks now, while she attended to
the books and the cash. He thought how different she was, and he liked
(and, in a way, feared) her cool, businesslike manner, her
self-possession, and her smileless conversation with a drummer who
came in. Jim was puzzled. He didn't quite -understand the peculiar
effect his wife's manner had upon him.
Outside, word had passed around that Jim had got back and that
something was in the wind, and the fellows began to drop in. When
McPhail came in and said, "Hello!" in his hearty way, Sanford went
over to his wile and said:
"Say, Nell, I can't stand this. I'm goin' to get rid o' this money
right off, now!"
"Very well; just as you please."
"Gents," he began, turning his back to the. counter and smiling
blandly on them, one thumb in his vest pocket, "any o' you fellers
got anything against the Lumber Cpunty Bank-any certificates of
deposit, or notes?"
Two or three nodded, and McPhail said humorously, slapping his
pocket, "I always go loaded."
"Produce your paper, gents," continued Sanford, with a dramatic
whang of a leathern wallet down into his palm. "I'm buying up all
paper on the bank."
It was a superb stroke. The fellows whistled and stared and swore
at one another. This was coming down on them. Link was dumb with
amazement as he received sixteen hundred and fifty dollars in crisp,
"Andrew, it's your turn next." Sanford's tone was actually
patronizing as he faced McPhail.
"I was jokin'. I ain't got my certificate here."
"Don't .matter-don't matter. Here's fifteen hundred dollars. Just
give us a receipt, and bring the certif. any time. I want to get rid
o' this stuff right now."
"Say, Jim, we'd like to know jest-jest where this windfall comes
from," said Vance as he took his share.
"Comes from the copper country," was all he ever said about it.
"I don't see where he invested," Link said. "Wasn't a scratch of a
pen to show that he invested anything while he was in the bank. Guess
that's where our money went."
"Well, I ain't squealin'," said Vance. "I'm glad to get out of it
without asking any questions. I'll tell yeh one thing, though," he
added as they stood outside the door; "we'd 'a' never smelt of our
money again if it hadn't 'a' been f'r that woman in there. She'd 'a'
paid it alone if Jim hadn't 'a' made this strike, whereas he never'd
'a'-Well, all right. We're out of it."
It was one of the greatest moments of Sanford's life. He expanded
in it. He was as pleasantly aware of the glances of his wife as he
used to be when, as a clerk, he saw her pass and look in at the
window where he sat dreaming over his ledger.
As for her, she was going over the whole situation from this new
standpoint. He had been weak, he had fallen in her estimation, and
yet, as he stood there, so boyish in his exultation, the father of her
children, she loved him with a touch of maternal tenderness and hope,
and her heart throbbed in an unconscious, swift determination to do
him good. She no longer deceived herself. She was his equal-in some
ways his superior. Her love had friendship in it, but less of sex, and
As she blew out the lights, stepped out on the walk, and turned the
key in the lock, he said, "Well, Nellie, you won't have to do that
"No; I won't have to, but I guess I'll keep on just the same, Jim."
"Keep on? What for?"
"Well, I rather like it."
"But you don't need to-"
"I like being my own boss," she said. "I've done a lot o' figuring,
Jim, these last three years, and it's kind o' broadened me, I hope. I
can't go back where I was. I'm a better woman than I was before, and
I hope and believe that I'm better able to be a real mother to my
children." Jim looked up at the moon filling the warm, moist air with
a transfiguring light that fell in a luminous mist on the distant
hills. "I know one thing, Nellie; I'm a better man than I was before,
and it's all owin' to you."
His voice trembled a little, and the sympathetic tears came into
her eyes. She didn't speak at once-she couldn't At last she stopped
him by a touch on the arm.
"Jim, I want a partner in my store. Let us begin again, right here.
I can't say that I'll ever feel just as I did once I don't know as
it's right to. I looked up to you too much. I expected too much of
you, too. Let's' begin again, as equal partners." She held out her
hand, as one man to another. He took it wonderingly.
"All right, Nell; I'll do it."
Then, as he put his arm around her, she held up her lips to be
kissed. "And we'll be happy again-happy as we deserve, I s'pose," she
said with a smile and a sigh.
"It's almost like getting married again, Nell-for me." As they
walked off up the sidewalk in the soft moon-light, their arms were
They loitered like a couple of lovers.