Kilmeny of the Orchard
II. A Letter Of Destiny
Eric, finding that his father had not yet returned from the college, went into the library
and sat down to read a letter he had picked up from the hall table. It was from Larry
West, and after the first few lines Eric's face lost the absent look it had worn and
assumed an expression of interest.
"I am writing to ask a favour of you, Marshall," wrote West. "The fact is, I've fallen into
the hands of the Philistines--that is to say, the doctors. I've not been feeling very fit all
winter but I've held on, hoping to finish out the year.
"Last week my landlady--who is a saint in spectacles and calico--looked at me one
morning at the breakfast table and said, VERY gently, 'You must go to town to-morrow,
Master, and see a doctor about yourself.'
"I went and did not stand upon the order of my going. Mrs. Williamson is She-Who-
Must-Be-Obeyed. She has an inconvenient habit of making you realize that she is
exactly right, and that you would be all kinds of a fool if you didn't take her advice. You
feel that what she thinks to-day you will think to-morrow.
"In Charlottetown I consulted a doctor. He punched and pounded me, and poked things
at me and listened at the other end of them; and finally he said I must stop work
'immejutly and to onct' and hie me straightway to a climate not afflicted with the north-
east winds of Prince Edward Island in the spring. I am not to be allowed to do any work
until the fall. Such was his dictum and Mrs. Williamson enforces it.
"I shall teach this week out and then the spring vacation of three weeks begins. I want
you to come over and take my place as pedagogue in the Lindsay school for the last
week in May and the month of June. The school year ends then and there will be plenty
of teachers looking for the place, but just now I cannot get a suitable substitute. I have a
couple of pupils who are preparing to try the Queen's Academy entrance examinations,
and I don't like to leave them in the lurch or hand them over to the tender mercies of
some third-class teacher who knows little Latin and less Greek. Come over and take the
school till the end of the term, you petted son of luxury. It will do you a world of good to
learn how rich a man feels when he is earning twenty-five dollars a month by his own
"Seriously, Marshall, I hope you can come, for I don't know any other fellow I can ask.
The work isn't hard, though you'll likely find it monotonous. Of course, this little north-
shore farming settlement isn't a very lively place. The rising and setting of the sun are
the most exciting events of the average day. But the people are very kind and
hospitable; and Prince Edward Island in the month of June is such a thing as you don't
often see except in happy dreams. There are some trout in the pond and you'll always
find an old salt at the harbour ready and willing to take you out cod-fishing or lobstering.