"Pardon me, but I must see Mr. Thatcher. Where is he, please?"
"He"s gone, skipped! No manner of use in looking for him. On my honor, he"s not in town."
"Then why didn"t you say so and be done with it?" demanded Dan angrily.
"Please keep your seat," replied the young fellow from the workbench. "I really wish you would."
He drew on his pipe for a moment, and Dan, curiously held by his look and manner and arrested by the gentleness of his voice, awaited further developments. He had no weapons with which to deal with this composed young person in overalls and scarlet hose. He swallowed his anger; but his curiosity now clamored for satisfaction.
"May I ask just who you are and why on earth you brought me up here?"
"Those are fair questions--two of them. To the first, I am Allen Thatcher, and this is my father"s house. To the second--" He hesitated a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "Well, if you must know,--I was so devilish lonesome!"
He gazed at Harwood quizzically, with a half-humorous, half-dejected air.
"If you"re lonesome, Mr. Thatcher, it must be because you prefer it that way. It can"t be necessary for you to resort to kidnapping just to have somebody to talk to. I thought you were in Europe."
"Nothing as bad as that! What"s your name, if you don"t mind?"
When Dan gave it, Thatcher nodded and thanked him.
"College man?"
"Yale."
"That"s altogether bully. I envy you, by George! You see," he went on easily, as though in the midst of a long and intimate conversation, "they took me abroad, and it never really counted. They always treated me as though I were an invalid; and kept me for a year or two squatting on an Alp on account of my lungs. It amused them, no doubt; and it filled in my time till I was too old to go to college. But now that I"m grown up, I"m going to stay at home. I"ve been here a month, having a grand old time; a little lonesome, and yet I"m a person of occupations and Hans cooks enough for me to eat. I haven"t been down town much, but n.o.body knows me here anyhow. Dad"s been living at the club or a hotel, but he moved up here to be with me. Dad"s the best old chap on earth. I guess he liked my coming back. They rather bore him, I fancy. We"ve had a bully day or two, but dad has skipped. Gone to New York; be back in a week. Wanted me to go; but not me! I"ve had enough travel for a while.
They gave me a dose of it."
These morsels of information fell from him carelessly. His "they," Dan a.s.sumed, referred to his mother and sisters somewhere on the other side of the Atlantic; and young Thatcher spoke of them in a curiously impersonal and detached fashion. The whimsical humor that twinkled in his eyes occasionally was interesting and pleasing; and Dan imagined that he was enjoying the situation. Silk socks and overalls were probably a part of some whim; they certainly added picturesqueness to the scene. But the city editor must be informed that Edward G Thatcher was beyond his jurisdiction and Dan rose and moved toward the door.
Allen jumped down and crossed to him quickly.
"Oh, I say! I really wish you wouldn"t go!"
There was no doubt of the pleading in his voice and manner. He laid a hand very gently on Dan"s arm.
"But I"ve got to get back downtown, if your father has really gone and isn"t hidden away here somewhere."
"I"ve cut you a slice right out of the eternal truth on that, old man.
Father will be in New York for breakfast in the morning. Search the house all you please; but, do you know, I"d rather like you to believe me."
"Of course, I believe you; but it"s odd the office didn"t know you were here. They told me you and your mother and sisters were abroad, but that your father was in town. A personal item in the "Courier" this morning said that you were all in the Hartz Mountains."
"I dare say it did! The newspapers keep them all pretty well before the public. But I"ve had enough junketing. I"m going to stay right here for a while."
"You prefer it here--is that the idea?"
"Yes, I fancy I should if I knew it; I want to know it. But I"m all kinds of crazy, you know. They really think I"m clear off, simply because their kind of thing doesn"t amuse me. I lost too much as a kid being away from home. They said I had to be educated abroad, and there you see me--Dresden awhile, Berlin another while, a lot of Geneva, and Paris for grand sprees. And my lung was always the excuse if they wanted to do a winter on the Nile,--ugh! The very thought of Egypt makes me ill now."
"It all sounds pretty grand to me. I was never east of Boston in my life."
"By Jove! I congratulate you," exclaimed the young man fervidly. "And I"ll wager that you went to school at a cross-roads school-house and rode to town in a farm wagon to see a circus that had lions and elephants; and you probably chopped wood and broke colts and went swimming in an old swimmin"-hole and did all the other things you read about in American biographies and story books. I can see it in your eye; and you talk like it, too."
"I dare say I do!" laughed Dan. "They"ve always told me that my voice sounds like a nutmeg grater."
"They filed mine off! Mother was quite strong for the Italian _a_, and I"m afraid I"ve caught it, just like a disease."
"I should call it a pretty good case. I was admiral of a ca.n.a.l boat in New Jersey one summer trying to earn enough money to carry my soph.o.m.ore year in college, and cussing the mules ruined my hope of a reputable accent. It almost spoiled my Hoosier dialect!"
"By George, I wonder if the ca.n.a.l-boat people would take me! It would be less lonesome than working at the bench here. Dad says I can do anything I like. He"s tickled to death because I"ve come home. He"s really the right sort; he did all the h.o.r.n.y-handed business himself--ploughed corn, wore red mittens to a red school-house, and got licked with a hickory stick. But he doesn"t understand why I don"t either take a job in his office or gallop the Paris boulevards with mother and the girls; but he"s all right. We"re great pals. But the rest of them made a row because I came home. For a while they had dad"s breweries as an excuse for keeping away, and my lungs! Dad hid the breweries, so their hope of a villa at Sorrento is in my chest. Dad says my lungs have been their main a.s.set. There"s really nothing the matter with me; the best man in New York told me so as I came through."
His manner of speaking of his family was deliciously droll; he yielded his confidences as artlessly as a child.
"They almost got a steam yacht on me last year," he went on. "Hired a Vienna doctor to say I ought to be kept at sea between Gibraltar and the Bosphorus. And here, by George, is America the dear, bully old America of Washington, Franklin, Andrew Jackson, and Abraham Lincoln! And they want to keep me chasing around among ruins and tombs! I say to you, Mr.
Harwood, in all solemnity, that I"ve goo-gooed my last goo-goo at the tombs of dead kings!"
They stood near the shop door during this interchange. Dan forgot, in his increasing interest and mystification, that the "Courier"s" city editor was waiting for news of Thatcher, the capitalist. Young Thatcher"s narrative partook of the nature of a protest. He was seriously in rebellion against his own expatriation. He stood erect now, with the color bright in his cheeks, one hand thrust into his pocket, the other clenching his pipe.
"I tell you," he declared, "I"ve missed too much! Life over here is a big thing!--it"s wonderful, marvelous, grand, glorious! And who am I to spend winters on the dead old Nile when history is being made right here on White River! I tell you I want to watch the Great Experiment, and if I were not a poor, worthless, ignorant a.s.s I"d be a part of it."
Dan did not question the young fellow"s sincerity. His glowing eyes and the half-choked voice in which he concluded gave an authentic stamp to his lament and p.r.o.nouncement. A look of dejection crossed his face. He had, by his own confession, asked Dan into the house merely to have some one to talk to; he was dissatisfied, unhappy, lonely; and his slender figure and flushed cheeks supported his own testimony that his health had been a matter of concern. The Nile and the Alps against which he had revolted might not be so unnecessary as he believed.
The situation was so novel that Harwood"s mind did not respond with the promptness of his heart. He had known the sons of rich men at college, and some of them had been his friends. It was quite the natural and accepted order of things that some children should be born to sheltered, pampered lives, while others were obliged to hew their own way to success. He had observed in college that the sons of the rich had a pretty good time of it; but he had gone his own way unenviously. It was not easy to cla.s.sify young Thatcher. He was clearly an exotic, a curious pale flower with healthy roots and a yearning for clean, free air. Dan was suddenly conscious that the young fellow"s eyes were bent upon him with a wistfulness, a kind of pleading sweetness, that the reporter had no inclination to resist. He delayed speaking, anxious to say the right word, to meet the plea in the right spirit.
"I think I understand; I believe I should feel just as you do if I were in your shoes. It"s mighty interesting, this whole big scheme we"re a part of. Over there on the other side it"s all different, the life, the aims, and the point of view. And here we"ve got just what you call it--the most wonderful experiment the world ever saw. Great Scott!" he exclaimed, kindling from the spark struck by Thatcher"s closing words, "it"s prodigious, overwhelming! There mustn"t be any question of losing!"
"That"s right!" broke in Thatcher eagerly; "that"s what I"ve been wanting somebody to say! It"s so beautiful, so wonderful; the hope and promise are so immense! You believe it; I can see you do!" he concluded happily.
His hand stole shyly from the pocket that seemed to be its inevitable hiding-place, and paused uncertainly; then he thrust it out, smiling.
"Will you shake hands with me?"
"Let us be old friends," replied Dan heartily. "And now I"ve got to get out of here or I"ll lose my job."
"Then I should have to get you another. I never meant to keep you so long. You"ve been mighty nice about it. I suppose I couldn"t help you--I mean about dad? All you wanted was to see father or find you couldn"t."
"I had questions to ask him, of course. They were about a gla.s.s-factory deal with Ba.s.sett."
"Oh, I dare say they bought them! He asked me if I didn"t want to go into the gla.s.s business. He talks to me a lot about things. Dad"s thinking about going to the Senate. Dad"s a Democrat, like Jefferson and Jackson. If he goes to the Senate I"ll have a chance to see the wheels go round at Washington. Perfectly bully for me!"
Harwood grinned at the youth"s nave references to Edward Thatcher"s political ambitions. Thatcher was known as a wealthy "sport," and Dan had resented his meddling in politics. But this was startling news--that Thatcher was measuring himself for a senatorial toga.
"You"d better be careful! There"s a good story in that!"
"But you wouldn"t! You see, I"m not supposed to know!"
"Ba.s.sett and your father will probably pull it off, if they try hard enough. They"ve pulled off worse things. If you"re interested in American types you should know Ba.s.sett. Ever see him?"
Allen laughed. His way of laughing was pleasant; there was a real bubbling mirth in him.