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Meanwhile Mrs. Smithers had begun proceedings for obtaining the
property willed her by Mr. Mullen. The days which followed at Mullen
House were gloomy ones. Mr. Wentworth came down only to spend the
larger part of his time and strength in cursing and fuming, which added
little to the comfort of his client or her niece. To Ease, leaving the
homestead could not be what it was to her aunt, who had no life apart
from its theatrical stateliness. But Miss Mullen was too energetic to
fold her hands. In less than a week from the time Mrs. Smithers put
in a claim for the property, Miss Tabitha announced that she had made
arrangements to take up her abode with a cousin residing in Boston.
"But what am I to do?" Ease asked in dismay.
"I was wondering this morning what you intended," her aunt said coolly.
"As you have been the means of our losing all we have, I supposed you
must have some plans. I hope you won't disgrace the family. If your
father hadn't been a spendthrift, you'd have as much as I have to live
on."
The sisters had each inherited a small property from their mother, and
upon this Miss Tabitha had now to depend. Mrs. Apthorpe's portion had
been expended in the last illness of her husband, who lingered between
life and death five tedious years, during which Mr. Mullen had refused
the slightest aid to his heart-broken daughter.
In these dark days, when Miss Tabitha was showing a spirit equally
hard, Ease turned for comfort to Will Sanford. Accustomed to lean upon
others, she found his presence and help a necessity. He had but one
solution for her difficulties,--that of matrimony.
"But we are not even engaged," Ease protested.
"Oh! it isn't necessary to be engaged before you are married," he
answered. "That can be attended to afterward quite as well."
Still, to marry on nothing a year is a delicate matter; and Will
consulted his father in his perplexity.
"Married?" the doctor said. "What have you to live on?"
The son drew from his pocket a handful of silver, which he eyed
doubtfully.
"That is about the extent of my available capital."
"Not a very substantial basis upon which to acquire a family," his
father said.
"I wish," exclaimed Will, rattling the coins he held, "that I had as
much money as I could lift; and oh, wouldn't I lift!"
"No doubt," Dr. Sanford assented grimly. "But you haven't; and it takes
money to support a wife. Young love is delightful company, but a great
eater."
"But there are two sides to the question," said Will. "Ease must be
thought of. That old tabby-cat Tabitha has deserted her, and I can't
stand by and see her turned out of house and home. And there's no other
way I can help her. I might go to teaching school to support myself;
but in the long-run I can make more at my profession. Now, will you
lend me the money I need till I can pay my way?"
"My dear boy, debt is a pestilence which walketh at noonday, and
doesn't lie quiet at night, nor let you."
"But I must endure that rather than let Ease suffer."
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