The Doctor [94]
two hundred and twenty-seven of them!"
"Yes," replied Dick. "But think of what there would have been but for that man, Bailey! He's a wonder! He has organized the camps upon a sanitary basis, brought in good water from the hills, established hospitals, and all that sort of thing."
"So you've got it, too," said Margaret, with a smile.
"Got what?"
"Why, what I call the Bailey bacillus. From the general manager, Mr. Fahey, down to Tommy Tate, it seems to have gone everywhere."
"Is that so?" replied Dick, laughing. "Well, there are some who have escaped the tin-horn gang and the whiskey runners. Or rather, they've got it, but it's a different kind. Some day they'll kill him."
"And yet they say he is--"
"Oh, I know. He does gamble, and when he gets going he's a terror. But he's down on the whiskey and on the 'red lights.' You remember the big fight at Bull Crossing? It was Bailey pulled me out of that hole. The Pioneer was slating me, Colonel Hilliers, the town site agent, was fighting me, withdrew his offer of a site for our church unless I'd leave the 'red lights' alone, and went everywhere quoting the British army in India against me. Even my own men, church members, mind you, one of them an elder, thought I should attend to my own business. These people were their best customers. Why, they actually went so far as to write to the Presbytery that I was antagonizing the people and ruining the Church. Well, you remember the big meeting called to protest against this vice? The enemy packed the house. Had half a dozen speakers for the 'Liberal' side. Unfortunately I had been sent for to see a fellow dying up the line. It looked for a complete knockout for me. In came Dr. Bailey, waited till they were all through their talk, and then went for them. He didn't speak more than ten minutes, but in those ten minutes he crumpled them up utterly and absolutely. Colonel Hilliers and the editor of The Pioneer, I understand, went white and red, yellow and green, by turns. The crowd simply yelled. You know he is tremendously popular with the men. They passed my resolution standing on the backs of their seats. Quite true, the doctor went from the meeting to a big poker game and stayed at it all night. But I'm inclined to forgive him that, and all the more because I am told he was after that fellow 'Mexico' and his gang. Oh, it was a fine bit of work. I've often wished to meet him, but he's a hard man to find. He must be a good sort at bottom."
"To hear Tommy talk," replied Margaret, "you would make up your mind he was a saint. He tells the most heart-moving stories of his ways and doings, nursing the sick and helping those who are down on their luck. Why, he and Ben almost came to blows this morning in regard to the comparative merits of the doctor and yourself."
"Ben, eh? I can never be thankful enough," said Dick earnestly, "that you brought Ben West with you. It always makes me feel safer to think that he is here."
"Ben will agree with you," replied Margaret, "I assure you. He assumes full care of me and of the whole institution."
"Good boy, Ben," said Dick, heartily. "And he is a kind of link to that old home and--with the past, the beautiful past, the past I like to think of." The shadows were creeping up on Dick's face, deepening its lines and emphasizing the look of weariness and unrest.
"A beautiful past it was," replied Margaret gently. "We ought to be thankful that we have it."
"Have you heard anything?" inquired Dick.
"No. Iola's letter was the last. He had left London shortly after her arrival, so Jack Charrington had told her. She didn't know where he had gone. Charrington thought to the West somewhere, but there has been no word since."
Dick put his head on the table and groaned aloud.
"Never mind, Dick, boy," said Margaret, laying her hand upon his head as if he had been a child, "it will all come right some day."
"I can't stand it, Margaret!" groaned Dick, "I shut it out from me for weeks and then it all comes over me again. It was my
"Yes," replied Dick. "But think of what there would have been but for that man, Bailey! He's a wonder! He has organized the camps upon a sanitary basis, brought in good water from the hills, established hospitals, and all that sort of thing."
"So you've got it, too," said Margaret, with a smile.
"Got what?"
"Why, what I call the Bailey bacillus. From the general manager, Mr. Fahey, down to Tommy Tate, it seems to have gone everywhere."
"Is that so?" replied Dick, laughing. "Well, there are some who have escaped the tin-horn gang and the whiskey runners. Or rather, they've got it, but it's a different kind. Some day they'll kill him."
"And yet they say he is--"
"Oh, I know. He does gamble, and when he gets going he's a terror. But he's down on the whiskey and on the 'red lights.' You remember the big fight at Bull Crossing? It was Bailey pulled me out of that hole. The Pioneer was slating me, Colonel Hilliers, the town site agent, was fighting me, withdrew his offer of a site for our church unless I'd leave the 'red lights' alone, and went everywhere quoting the British army in India against me. Even my own men, church members, mind you, one of them an elder, thought I should attend to my own business. These people were their best customers. Why, they actually went so far as to write to the Presbytery that I was antagonizing the people and ruining the Church. Well, you remember the big meeting called to protest against this vice? The enemy packed the house. Had half a dozen speakers for the 'Liberal' side. Unfortunately I had been sent for to see a fellow dying up the line. It looked for a complete knockout for me. In came Dr. Bailey, waited till they were all through their talk, and then went for them. He didn't speak more than ten minutes, but in those ten minutes he crumpled them up utterly and absolutely. Colonel Hilliers and the editor of The Pioneer, I understand, went white and red, yellow and green, by turns. The crowd simply yelled. You know he is tremendously popular with the men. They passed my resolution standing on the backs of their seats. Quite true, the doctor went from the meeting to a big poker game and stayed at it all night. But I'm inclined to forgive him that, and all the more because I am told he was after that fellow 'Mexico' and his gang. Oh, it was a fine bit of work. I've often wished to meet him, but he's a hard man to find. He must be a good sort at bottom."
"To hear Tommy talk," replied Margaret, "you would make up your mind he was a saint. He tells the most heart-moving stories of his ways and doings, nursing the sick and helping those who are down on their luck. Why, he and Ben almost came to blows this morning in regard to the comparative merits of the doctor and yourself."
"Ben, eh? I can never be thankful enough," said Dick earnestly, "that you brought Ben West with you. It always makes me feel safer to think that he is here."
"Ben will agree with you," replied Margaret, "I assure you. He assumes full care of me and of the whole institution."
"Good boy, Ben," said Dick, heartily. "And he is a kind of link to that old home and--with the past, the beautiful past, the past I like to think of." The shadows were creeping up on Dick's face, deepening its lines and emphasizing the look of weariness and unrest.
"A beautiful past it was," replied Margaret gently. "We ought to be thankful that we have it."
"Have you heard anything?" inquired Dick.
"No. Iola's letter was the last. He had left London shortly after her arrival, so Jack Charrington had told her. She didn't know where he had gone. Charrington thought to the West somewhere, but there has been no word since."
Dick put his head on the table and groaned aloud.
"Never mind, Dick, boy," said Margaret, laying her hand upon his head as if he had been a child, "it will all come right some day."
"I can't stand it, Margaret!" groaned Dick, "I shut it out from me for weeks and then it all comes over me again. It was my