"Louisa," Hayward had told his cousin when she entered upon her post, "do as you like with the whole house, but let my little study alone. Let it look as if it had been stirred up with a garden-rake -- that little room is my territory, and no disgrace to you, my dear, if the dust rises in clouds at every step."Jim was as fond of the little room as his friend.
He entered, and sighed a great sigh of satisfaction as he sank into the shabby, dusty hollow of a large chair before the hearth fire. Immediately a black cat leaped into his lap, gazed at him with green-jewel eyes, worked her paws, purred, settled into a coil, and slept. Jim lit his pipe and threw the match blissfully on the floor. Dr. Hayward set an electric coffee-urn at its work, for the little room was a curious mixture of the comfortable old and the comfortable modern.
"Sam shall serve our luncheon in here," he said, with a staid glee.
Jim nodded happily.
"Louisa will not mind," said Hayward. "She is precise, but she has a fine regard for the rights of the individual, which is most commendable." He seated himself in a companion chair to Jim's, lit his own pipe, and threw the match on the floor. Occasion-ally, when the minister was out, Sam, without orders so to do, cleared the floor of matches.
Hayward smoked and regarded his friend, who looked troubled despite his comfort. "What is it, Jim?" asked the minister at last.
"I don't know how to do what is right for me to do," replied the little man, and his face, turned toward his friend, had the puzzled earnestness of a child.
Hayward laughed. It was easily seen that his was the keener mind. In natural endowments there had never been equality, although there was great similarity of tastes. Jim, despite his education, often lapsed into the homely vernacular of which he heard so much. An involuntarily imitative man in externals was Jim, but essentially an original. Jim proceeded.
"You know, Edward, I have never been one to complain," he said, with an almost boyish note of apology.
"Never complained half enough; that's the trou-ble," returned the other.
"Well, I overheard something Mis' Adkins said to Mis' Amos Trimmer the other afternoon. Mis'
Trimmer was calling on Mis' Adkins. I couldn't help overhearing unless I went outdoors, and it was snowing and I had a cold. I wasn't listening.""Had a right to listen if you wanted to," declared Hayward, irascibly.
"Well, I couldn't help it unless I went outdoors.
Mis' Adkins she was in the kitchen making light-bread for supper, and Mis' Trimmer had sat right down there with her. Mis' Adkins's kitchen is as clean as a parlor, anyway. Mis' Adkins said to Mis'
Trimmer, speaking of me -- because Mis' Trimmer had just asked where I was and Mis' Adkins had said I was out in the woodshed sitting with the cats and smoking -- Mis' Adkins said, 'He's just a door-mat, that's what he is.' Then Mis' Trimmer says, 'The way he lets folks ride over him beats me.'
Then Mis' Adkins says again: 'He's nothing but a door-mat. He lets everybody that wants to just trample on him and grind their dust into him, and he acts real pleased and grateful.'"Hayward's face flushed. "Did Mrs. Adkins men-tion that she was one of the people who used you for a door-mat?" he demanded.
Jim threw back his head and laughed like a child, with the sweetest sense of unresentful humor. "Lord bless my soul, Edward," replied Jim, "I don't be-lieve she ever thought of that."
"And at that very minute you, with a hard cold, were sitting out in that draughty shed smoking because she wouldn't allow you to smoke in your own house!""I don't mind that, Edward," said Jim, and laughed again.
"Could you see to read your paper out there, with only that little shed window? And don't you like to read your paper while you smoke?""Oh yes," admitted Jim; "but my! I don't mind little things like that! Mis' Adkins is only a poor widow woman, and keeping my house nice and not having it smell of tobacco is all she's got. They can talk about women's rights -- I feel as if they ought to have them fast enough, if they want them, poor things; a woman has a hard row to hoe, and will have, if she gets all the rights in creation. But Iguess the rights they'd find it hardest to give up would be the rights to have men look after them just a little more than they look after other men, just because they are women. When I think of Annie Berry -- the girl I was going to marry, you know, if she hadn't died -- I feel as if I couldn't do enough for another woman. Lord! I'm glad to sit out in the woodshed and smoke. Mis' Adkins is pretty good-natured to stand all the cats."Then the coffee boiled, and Hayward poured out some for Jim and himself. He had a little silver ser-vice at hand, and willow-ware cups and saucers.
Presently Sam appeared, and Hayward gave orders concerning luncheon.
"Tell Miss Louisa we are to have it served here,"said he, "and mind, Sam, the chops are to be thick and cooked the way we like them; and don't forget the East India chutney, Sam.""It does seem rather a pity that you cannot have chutney at home with your chops, when you are so fond of it," remarked Hayward when Sam had gone.
"Mis' Adkins says it will give me liver trouble, and she isn't strong enough to nurse.""So you have to eat her ketchup?"
"Well, she doesn't put seasoning in it," admitted Jim. "But Mis' Adkins doesn't like seasoning her-self, and I don't mind."
"And I know the chops are never cut thick, the way we like them.""Mis' Adkins likes her meat well done, and she can't get such thick chops well done. I suppose our chops are rather thin, but I don't mind.""Beefsteak and chops, both cut thin, and fried up like sole-leather. I know!" said Dr. Hayward, and he stamped his foot with unregenerate force.
"I don't mind a bit, Edward."
"You ought to mind, when it is your own house, and you buy the food and pay your housekeeper.
It is an outrage!"
"I don't mind, really, Edward."
Dr. Hayward regarded Jim with a curious ex-pression compounded of love, anger, and contempt.
"Any more talk of legal proceedings?" he asked, brusquely.
