As the lady climbed to her feet two light blue eyes shot fury from a
purple face. When Cyrus stepped forward to gather up the scattered
letters he forgot all his recent training, raised his cap, moved it
gracefully in the air and bent low and reverentially--as the First
Lord of the Bed Chamber might salute his Sovereign. But the boiling
lady identified this seeming mockery with the laughter of the maidens.
She brought the fat umbrella hard down upon the head of Cyrus, and
she struck with all her might. Luckily for the recipient her hand was
quivering with rage, and no physical damage was accomplished. But the
damage to his pride was serious. As he straightened up and looked the
lady in the face his cheeks were hot. The erstwhile drowsy eye showed
astonishment--and anger. His cherubic lips had parted: "Then pick 'em
up yourself, you stupid old----"
At that instant he recalled an injunction of his father. "Whatever may
happen, Cyrus, always be a gentleman." He had not been told just how a
gentleman should behave when beaten on the head with an umbrella--and
in public. But he closed his lips without even beginning the sentence.
He bowed again, and this bow was even more elaborate than the first.
"I beg your pardon, madam."
Then he turned, put on his cap and walked away.
Again was heard the giggle of the girls. That a person should apologize
for being hit on the head with an umbrella was too funny for silence.
Meanwhile, the cost of all this experience and of his pursuit of
knowledge fell heaviest on his father. The practical obliteration of
his native town and field of work meant financial embarrassment for
Dr. Alton. The few remaining inhabitants of the village were now too
poor to pay a doctor. To fit Cyrus for college, and keep him there, Dr.
Alton exhausted the small capital left him by his father. When that
was gone he tried to sell his orchard and the best portions of the
farm. But no purchasers appeared. He did sell, however, to a dealer in
Boston, some family heirlooms; rare pieces of Colonial furniture and
all his Canton china.
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