Strange to say, several more paragraphs now appeared: brief, crisp mention of the simple but perfect cooking to be had for the short drive of sixteen miles over the best of roads. These inevitably had their effect, and at the end of the third week Tom declared to Perkins that he was more than making expenses.
"Much more?" inquired that gentleman, his eyes as usual upon the view.
"Enough so we"re satisfied and won"t have to close up. Why, there"s been from one to three big autos here every day this week."
One of Perkins"s short laughs answered this--Tom never could tell just what that throaty chuckle indicated. Presently he found out.
"What you want, Boswell," said Perkins, removing his cigar--an unusual sign of interest with him--"is a boom. I"d like to see you get it.
Gradual building up"s all right, but quick methods pay better."
"A boom! How on earth are we to get a boom?" Tom felt a bit disconcerted.
He had noticed for several days an increasing restlessness in the silent guest. Instead of sitting quietly upon the porch with his cigar, Perkins had fallen to pacing up and down with a long, nervous stride. At first he had seemed moody and fatigued, now he had the appearance of a man eager to be at something from which he was restrained.
When Tom asked his startled question about the desirable boom, Perkins got out of his chair with one abrupt movement, threw one leg over the porch rail, and began suddenly to talk. He could not be said really to have talked before. Tom listened, his eyes sticking out of his head.
"Bunch of motoring fellows down in town--Mercury Club--want to get up an auto parade, end with supper somewhere. Hotels at Lake Lucas, Pleasant Valley, and half a dozen others all crazy to get "em. Happen to know a chap or two in town who could swing it out here for you if you cared to make the bid, and could handle the crowd. Chance for you, if you want it. Make a big thing of it--lanterns, bonfires, fireworks, orchestra--regular blow-out."
Tom"s breath came in gasps. "Why--why----" he stammered. "How could we--how could we--afford----What----? How----?"
Perkins threw away the stub of his cigar, chewed to a pulp at the mouth end. His eyes had an odd glitter. "I"ve what you might call a bit of experience in that sort of thing," he said in a quiet tone which yet had a certain edge of energy. "Going away next week, but might put this thing through for you, if you cared to trust me."
"But--the money?" urged Tom.
"Willing to stand for that--pay me back, if you make enough.
Otherwise--my risk. Something of a gambler, I am. Club"ll pay for the fireworks--that"s their show. Bonfires on the mountains around are easy.
Lanterns cheap. Get special terms on the music--friend of mine can.
Supper"s up to you. Can you get extra help?"
"We can manage the supper," agreed Tom, his round cheeks deeply flushed with excitement. "Say, you"re--you"re awfully kind. I don"t know why----"
Perkins vaulted over the porch rail. From the ground below he looked back at Tom. For the first time since he had come to Boswell"s Inn Tom caught sight of the gleam of white teeth, as an oddly brilliant smile broke out for an instant on the face which was no longer deadly white but brown with tan. "Son," said Perkins, preparing to swing away down to the post-office, "I told you I was a gambler. Gambler out of work"s the lamest duck on the sh.o.r.e. Game of booming the Inn interests me--that"s all."
Tom watched the lithe, slim figure in the distance for a minute before he went in to break the plan to the force of Boswell"s. "He"s no gambler," said he to himself, "or I couldn"t trust him the way I do.
He"s queer, but I don"t believe he has any other motive for this than wanting to help us."
With which innocent faith in the goodness of the man who had already seen more of the world than Tom Boswell would ever see, he rushed in to tell Bertha and the rest of his excited family the astounding talk he had just had with Perkins.
"Mother Boswell, you"ve got to come out on the porch--just one minute--and look."
"No, no, child, I can"t. I----"
"Not where the folks are--just out on Mr. Perkins"s balcony. He told me to take you."
"But I can"t leave----"
"Yes, you can. Everything"s all right. Come--quick. The first autos are coming--you can see "em miles off."
With one glance about the kitchen, where two extra helpers were busy with the last preparations, over which Mrs. Boswell had kept a supervising eye to the smallest detail, herself working harder than anybody, the mistress of the place suffered herself to be led away. Up the back stairs, through Mr. Perkins"s empty rooms, out upon the balcony, Sue hustled her mother, and then with one triumphant "There!"
swept an arm about the entire horizon.
"My goodness!" burst from the lady"s lips, and she stood gazing, transfixed.
At the foot of the mountainside, where lay the little village street with its row of shops and houses, glowed a line of Chinese lanterns, hung thickly along the entire distance. The winding road up to the Inn was outlined by lanterns; the trees about the Inn held out long arms dancing with the parti-coloured lights; the porch below, as could be told by the rainbow tints thrown upon the ground beneath, was hung with them from end to end.
"My goodness!" came again from Mrs. Boswell, in stupefied amazement.
"There must be a thousand of those things. How on earth----?"
But her ear was caught by a distant boom, and her eyes lifted to the surrounding mountain heights. In a dozen different places bonfires flashed and leaped, with an indescribable effect of beauty.
"They"re firing dynamite up on West Peak!" explained Sue. "Jack Weatherbee offered to do that. Tim"s got boys at all those places to keep up the fires--and put "em out afterward. Oh, look!--now you can see the parade beginning to show!"
Down upon the distant plain, across which lay the winding road out from the city, one could discern a trail of light--thrown by many searchlights--and make out its rapid advance. The sight moved Mrs.
Boswell instantly to action again.
"I must get back to the kitchen!" she cried, and vanished from the balcony.
"If you could only see the Inn from outside!" Sue called after her, but uselessly. Mrs. Boswell felt that the entire success of the "boom"
depended upon the kitchen. They might string lanterns from Boswell"s to Jericho, but if the supper shouldn"t be good--the thought sent her down the back stairs at a speed reckless for one of her years. But she reached the bottom safely, or this story would never have been told.
The first cars in the procession came up the steep road with open cut-outs. The bigger cars made nothing of it; the smaller ones got into their low gears and ground a bit as they pulled. In fifteen minutes from the first arrival, the wide plateau upon which the Inn stood looked like an immense garage, cars of every description having been packed in together at all angles. Up the Inn steps flowed a steady stream of people: men in driving attire and motor caps; women in long coats and floating veils, under which showed pretty summer frocks; a few children, dressed like their elders in motoring rig, their faces eager with interest in everything. In the hall, behind a screen of flags and evergreen, the orchestra played merrily. It presently had to play its loudest to be heard above the chorus of voices.
In less time than it takes to tell, every table in the airy dining-room, lit by more Chinese lanterns and hung with streamers of bunting, was filled. Reservations had been made by mail and telephone for the past three days, and with a list in his hand Tom hurried about. He could never have kept his head if it had not been for young Haskins at his elbow. Haskins was secretary of the Mercury Club and knew everybody. He was a genial fellow, and if anybody attempted to tell Tom that a mistake had been made, and certain reservations should have been for the first or second table, instead of the third, Haskins would cut in with a joke and have the murmurer appeased and laughing in a trice.
As for Perkins--but where was Perkins? Up to the last minute before the first car arrived, Perkins had been in evidence enough--in fact, he had been everywhere all day, personally supervising every detail, working like a fiend himself and inspiring everybody else to work, proving himself the ablest of generals and a perfect genius at effective decoration. The Inn, inside and out, was a fairyland of light and colour--even the sated eyes of the city people, accustomed to every trick of effect in such affairs, were charmed with the picturesque quality of the scene. But now Tom could see nothing of Perkins anywhere. Tim, hurriedly questioned, shook his head, also puzzled.
Late in the evening there came a moment when Tom could free himself long enough to run up to Perkins"s room. He was uneasy about his guest--and friend--for that the stranger seemed to have become. Perkins certainly didn"t look quite strong--could he have overdone and be ill, alone in his room? After one hasty knock, to which he got no answer, Tom turned the k.n.o.b. Through the open balcony door he saw a leg and shoulder--and smelled the familiar fragrance of the special brand.
"h.e.l.lo, son!" was Perkins"s greeting.
"You"re not sick?"
"Never. Things going O. K.?"
"Oh, splendid! Such a crowd--such a jolly crowd! But--why don"t you come down?"
"To help make things go?"
"No, no--to enjoy it. You"ve done enough. You must know some of these people, and if you don"t--it"s worth something just to look at "em. I didn"t know ladies dressed like that--under those things they wear in the autos. Say, Mr. Perkins, the Lieutenant-Governor"s here--and his wife!"
"So?"
"Mr. Haskins thinks they want to stay all night. The lady hasn"t been sleeping well through the heat. Mr. Haskins says she"s taken a fancy to the Inn. But I haven"t a really good room for "em."
"Take mine."
Tom gasped. "Oh, no! Not yours--after all you"ve done----"