Alex the Great

Chapter 12

Alex is already on hand when we get to the house and I introduced him to Hector.

"Howdy!" he says. "I seen you pitch the other day and I must say it was a treat! The support they give you was brutal or you"d of shut them other fellers out with ease."

"You know it!" says Hector. "If they"s any one thing I can do, it"s play baseball. That"s my dish!"

The wife horns in.

"I"m so glad to meet you, Mister Sells," she says, givin" Hector the old oil. "My husband talks of nothin" but you night and day!"

Which was true--only not the way she meant it.

"That"s fine!" says Hector. "Me and Mac has been friends since they burnt Rome. Where"s the kitchen?"

I showed him, and the wife shakes her head as much as to say, "Another rummy, eh?" I steered Hector over to the ice box and told him to go ahead and run wild. When I come out, Alex is featurin" his famous grin, and I gotta show the wife my breath. In about ten minutes the kitchen door opens and Hector"s head pops out. His hands is full of flour and so"s his suit for that matter, but his face is all lit up like Coney Island.

"I don"t wanna be no bother, Mrs. Mac," he pipes, "but could a man get a ap.r.o.n around here?"

We got him inside of some gingham, and he disappeared into the kitchen again.

"Where d"ye get them birds?" says the wife, noddin" after him.

"Sssh!" says Alex. "That feller there is gonna make us all rich before the month is over! We"ll have more money than we can count and--"

"Oh, won"t that be grand!" says the wife, who"d believe Alex if he told her Missouri started the war. "Then I can have everything I want."

"I thought _that_ happened when you got _me_," I says.

"Still," she sighs, payin" me no attention as usual, "money ain"t everything."

"No," says Alex, "but it"ll get it!"

"We always was used to money," goes on the wife, gettin" kinda doped under the influence of the sweet and savory odors which was comin" from the kitchen. "You know, Alex, that our family was connected with the best people in Vermont."

"They ain"t got a thing on a telephone operator," I says. "They get connected with the best people in the United States every day!"

I don"t get a tumble from either of them.

"There was Great-uncle Ed," proceeds the wife, kinda dreamy. "If he hadn"t died so sudden, he"d of been worth a million."

I tried my luck again.

"That"s the one that turned out to be a carbolic acid fiend, ain"t it?"

I says.

At this point, the greatest meal that ever played a date at our flat, come outa the kitchen escorted by Hector. One whiff of that layout and the greatest chef in the world would of gone out and bought a revolver.

Hector is nothin" but smiles.

"Give this a whirl!" he says. "And lemme know what you think of it. I didn"t have much to work with--only lamb chops, vegetables and the like, but I did what I could."

Oh, boy!--that was _some_ feed! Conversation lagged a bit for about half a hour, while we fell to and demolished this stuff, and Hector swells up like a human yeast cake under the kind words that come his way. Finally, we had to quit eatin" for lack of further accommodations and the wife tells Hector that they ain"t no doubt about it, as a cook he wins the garage.

"Oh, that"s nothin"," he says; gettin" an attack of modesty. "I"m kinda fussy about my food and I been figurin" out different ways of cookin" up stuff to get the best outa it, for years. That"s the only amus.e.m.e.nt I got. I ain"t so much as a cook, but you oughta see me play ball, heh, Mac?"

The old glitter comes into Alex"s eyes.

"I seen you play ball, Mister Sells," he says, "and you are a knockout!

But what you just said about food interests me more. I"m kinda odd regardin" vittles myself and what I seen in the paper to-day has got me worried sick."

"What was that?" says Hector.

"Well," says Alex, "there"s gonna be a fearful shortage of all kinds of meats and vegetables, because all the available food in the U. S. is about to be seized for the army. This time next year we"ll all prob"ly be livin" on bread and water and lucky to get it!"

Hector gets as white as precipitated chalk.

"You don"t mean it!" he gasps, gettin" half outa his chair.

"It"s a fact," says Alex. "I was only readin" it this mornin"."

I thought Hector was gonna fall dead at our feet.

"But--but what am _I_ gonna do?" he says, kinda dazed.

"What are _you_ gonna do?" I sneers. "What are we _all_ gonna do?"

"You don"t get me!" he says. "It"s all well enough for you guys which can eat common ordinary food like ham and eggs and steaks and chops, but I can"t _go_ that stuff! All the time I ain"t out at the ball park I"m experimentin" with different kinds of stuff to eat, and if they go to work and shut off all them rare vegetables and so forth on me--well, I don"t eat, that"s all!"

He gets up and reaches for his hat.

"Well," says Alex, "I can see that you and me is pretty much alike. I can"t eat porterhouse steaks and French lamb chops as a steady diet, either! My stomach craves them rare dishes the same as yours does, and it sure looks like you and me is gonna starve to death when this food conservation thing goes through!"

Hector slaps his hands together and squares his jaw.

"_I_ ain"t gonna starve!" he says. "They has got to be 1,500 calories and a amount of proteins in proportion go into my system every day.

Not only that, its gotta be in a tasty form! I"m gonna go home and figure this thing out so"s I"ll be took care of when the government grabs off all the food supplies. They must be somethin" a man can do!

Good night, folks--and thanks for the use of the kitchen."

With that he blows.

"I think he"s a nut!" remarks the wife, when the hall door bangs.

"Leave him be!" says Alex, rubbin" his hands together, a habit that gets my goat. "I got him started now and--"

"Say!" I says. "I didn"t see nothin" in no paper about the government gonna seize all the eats. I think you was kiddin" Hector, myself!"

"You didn"t see the Civil War, either, did you?" says Alex. "I suppose you don"t believe that, eh? I told you I was gonna put this feller over and if you"ll leave me be, I will! I told you every man had an ace buried somewhere, didn"t I? Well, Hector"s ace is his mad infatuation for his stomach. He"s never played it yet, because there"s been no reason to do so. As long as he had the money, he could buy the stuff and hash it up in any way his peculiar tastes desired. Once he thinks he _can"t_ do that, he"ll put all he"s got under his hat into findin" a way to get all them proteins and calories he wants. I"ve given him somethin" he never had before--an incentive--and--"

"What do you figure Hector"s gonna do to startle the world?" I says.

"Search me!" says Alex, grinnin", "but we"ll all get paid off on whatever it is, you can gamble on that!"

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