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"Dan Dolan!" he cried at last,--"Dan Dolan, grown and fattened and slicked up like--like a yearling heifer! Danny boy, I'm glad to see you,--I'm glad to see you, sure! You've come to take the job?"
"No, I haven't,--thank you all the same, Pete!" was the quick answer.
"I've struck luck for sure,--luck with a fine old plute, who is ready to stake me for all I could earn here, and keep me at St. Andrew's."
"Stake you for all you could earn here?" echoed Pete, in amazement.
"I'll tell you all about it later," said Dan, breathlessly. "Just now I'm dumb struck, Pete. I came flying back to take up my old quarters at the Mulligans' and find the house shut up and everybody gone. Land! It did give me a turn, sure! I was counting on that little room upstairs, and all Aunt Winnie's things she left there, and Tabby and the stove and the blue teapot. But they're all gone." And Dan sank down on a big packer's box feeling that he was facing a dissolving world in which he had no place.
"Oh, they're not far!" said Pete, a little gruffly; for Dan's tidings had been somewhat of a blow. "The old woman's father died and left a little bit of money, and they bought a tidy little place out on Cedar Place, not far from St. Mary's Church. You'll find them there. You've made up your mind for good and all to stick to the highbrows? I'd make it worth your while to come here."
Dan rose from the packer's box and looked around at the hams and shoulders and lard buckets and answered out of the fulness of his grateful heart:
"Yes, I've made up my mind, Pete. It's St. Andrew's for me,--St. Andrew's now and, I hope, forever. But--but if you want any help with writing or figuring, I'll come around Sat.u.r.day nights and give you a lift; for I won't be far. I'm sticking to old friends and the old camping ground still."
And, with this cheery a.s.surance, Dan was off again to find the vanished roof tree that had been all he ever knew of home. He recalled the place.
It was only a short walk from the college gate. Indeed, the row of cedars that fronted the little whitewashed house had been once the boundary of the college grounds. There was a bit of a garden in front, and a porch with late roses climbing over it, and--and--
Dan stood stock-still for a moment,--then he flung open the little gate, and with a regular Sioux war-whoop dashed up the gravelled path; for there--there seated in Mrs. Mulligan's best rocker, with Tabby curled up at her feet--was Aunt Winnie herself, drinking a cup of tea!
XXVI.--RAINBOWS.
"Danny!" cried Aunt Winnie, clutching her teacup with trembling hand. "G.o.d save us, it's Danny himself!"
"n.o.body else," said Dan, as he caught her in a bearish hug and kissed the withered cheek again and again. It looked paler than when he had left her,--paler and thinner; and there were hollows under the patient eyes.
"But what are you doing here, Aunt Win?" he asked in amazement.
"Just spending the day, Danny. Mrs. Mulligan sent Molly for me this morning. She wanted me to see her new place, and to tell her what was to be done with my bit of things. She is thinking of renting her rooms, and my things are in the way. They are fine rooms, with rosebud paper on the walls, and a porch looking out at the church beyant; and she could be getting seven dollars a month for them. But she's got the table and stove and beds, and all our old furniture that n.o.body would want; so I've told her to send them off to-morrow to sell for what they will bring. Sure"
(and the old voice trembled) "we'll never have any call for them again, Danny lad,--never again."
"Oh, we won't?" said Danny, with another hug that came near doing for teacup completely. "Just take back your orders quick as you can, Aunt Winnie, I'm renting those rooms right now."
"Sure, Danny,--Danny boy, have ye come back with a fever on ye?"
"Yes," grinned Dan,--"regular gold fever, Aunt Winnie! Look at that!" He clapped the twenty dollar gold piece into Aunt Winnie's trembling hand.
"That's for you, Aunt Winnie,--that's to rent those pink-flowered rooms."
"Sure it's mad the poor boy is entirely!" cried Aunt Winnie, as Mrs.
Mulligan and Molly came hurrying out on the porch.
"Do I look it?" asked Dan, laughing into their startled faces.
"Ye don't," said Mrs. Mulligan. "But spake out plain, and don't be bewildering the poor woman, Danny Dolan."
And then Danny spoke out as plain as his breathless eagerness would permit, and told the story of the "pension."
"It will be thirty-five dollars a month, Captain Carleton says; he'd have to throw in the five to poor old Nutty for grog and tobacco."
"Ah, G.o.d save us,--G.o.d save us!" was all Aunt Winnie could murmur, tearfully.
"And I guess thirty-five dollars will run those rosebud rooms of yours pretty safe and slick; won't they, Mrs. Mulligan? So put Aunt Winnie and me down as tenants right off."
"I will,--I will!" answered Mrs. Mulligan, joyfully. "Sure my heart was like lead in my breast at the thought of giving up yer bit of things, Miss Winnie. But now,--now come along, Molly girl, and we'll be fixing the rooms, this minute. What's the good of yer going back to the Sisters at all?" And Mrs. Mulligan put a motherly arm around Aunt Winnie's trembling form. "Give her another cup of tea, Molly; for she's all done up with joy at having her own home and her own boy again, thank G.o.d for that same!"
And then, leaving dear Aunt Winnie to this good friend's tender ministrations, Dan kept on his way to St. Andrew's, taking a flying leap over the college wall to the sunset walk, where perhaps he would find Father Mack saying his Office. He was not mistaken: his old friend was there, walking slowly under the arching trees. His face kindled into light as he stretched out a trembling hand.
"I thought perhaps you would come here, my boy," he said. "I was just thanking G.o.d, Danny. Brother Bart has told us the good news. It is all right, as I hoped and prayed,--all right, as I _knew_ it would be, Danny.
Now tell me, yourself, all about this wonderful blessing."
And again this father and son sat down upon the broken grave slab, and Danny told Father Mack all.
"Ah, it is the good G.o.d's hand!" the old priest said softly. "But this is only the start, my son. The climb is still before you,--a climb that may lead over steeps sharp and rough as the rocks of Killykinick."
But the fading light seemed to aureole Father Mack's silvery head as he spoke.
"You will keep on and up,--on and up; for G.o.d is calling you, my son,--calling you to heights where He leads His own--heights which as yet you can not see."
The speaker laid his hand upon Dan's head in benediction that thrilled the boy's heart to its deepest depths,--a benediction that he never forgot; for it was Father Mack's last. Only a few days later the college bell's solemn note, sounding over the merry greetings of the gathering students, told that for the good old priest all the lessons of life were over.
And Dan, climbing st.u.r.dily up the heights at his saintly guide's bidding, has found the way, so far, smoothed and softened beyond his hopes by his summer at Killykinick. Even his stumbling-stone Dud was removed to another college, his father having been ordered to a Western post. With Jim and Freddy as his friends, all the "high-steppers," old and young, of St.
Andrew's were ready to welcome him into rank and line. And, with Aunt Winnie as administratrix of Captain Carleton's pension "there isn't a dacinter-looking boy in the college," as Mrs. Mulligan stoutly declares.
How Aunt Winnie stretched out that pension only the Irish fairies, or perhaps the Irish angels, know. The little pink-flowered rooms have blossomed out into a very bower of comfort and cheer. There are frilly curtains at the windows, a rosy-hued lamp, and a stand of growing plants always in bloom. There are always bread and cheese and apple sauce, or something equally "filling," for hungry boys to eat.
And when Aunt Winnie was fairly settled, who should appear but Miss Stella, who had come to nurse a dear old friend near by,--Miss Stella, who dropped in most naturally in her off hours to chat with dear old Aunt Winnie and take a cup of tea! And Freddy's daddy, who had plunged into life and law business with zest, often brought his big automobile round to take Freddy for a spin after study hours, and called on the way very frequently to take Miss Stella home.
It was on one of those bright afternoons that they all went to look at the new house that was going up on a wooded hillside not very far from the college--the house that was to be Freddy's long-wished-for home. It had been a lot of fun watching it grow. Now it was nearly done,--the big pillared porch ready for its climbing roses; the pretty rooms waiting their rugs and curtains; the great stone chimney, that was to be the heart and life of things, rising in the center of all.
"My! but this in fine!" said Freddy, who had not seen this crowning touch before. "Let's light it up, daddy,--let's light it up and see how it burns."
And, das.h.i.+ng out for an armful of wood left by the builders, Freddy soon had a glorious blaze on the new hearthstone,--a blaze that, blending with the sunset streaming through the west windows, made things bright indeed.
"This is great!" said Freddy. "And when we have the chairs and tables and cus.h.i.+ons and curtains--who is going to pick out the cus.h.i.+ons and curtains, dad?"
"Oh, I suppose we can have them sent up from the store!" answered dad, antic.i.p.ating such matters by pus.h.i.+ng up a big packing box to the fire, to serve as a seat for their smiling guest.
"Oh, can't you do it, daddy?"
"George! no! I wouldn't know a curtain from a rug, my boy!"
"And you don't know about dishes or cups, or pans to make gingerbread,"
continued Freddy, the glow fading from his face as he realized all these masculine disabilities.
"Not a thing," was dad's reply.