The return trip took three hours. It was just five o"clock when the wagons drew up in front of the store front building on Cedar Street, in Greenville.
A man whom Mr. Buckner had hired was sweeping out the place. With his aid and that of another helper, the big packing cases were stowed in the main floor room as Frank wanted them.
Frank had just paid off the two outsiders, when the man he had leased the wagons from drove up in a light vehicle. He was all smiles. He looked over the horses and turned to Frank.
"Mistah Newton, sah," he observed, "the mussiful man am kind to his beast. Ah see dem hosses in good trim, sah, and am obleeged. Sah, you am a good-luck boy. Like to hire you as my manager, sah, ef I had enough money. Ha! Ha!"
"Where does the good luck come in, Mr. Johnson?" inquired Frank smilingly.
"Ah tell you "bout dat, sah. Logic am logic. Theyfoh, it follows ef I"d gone up to dat no-good, cheap hauling for de lumbah comp"ny I"d been out five dollahs, "cause you paid me seben, "sides having de hosses worked to death. Again, sah, de suckamstance am dis: I happened to be in town when a stranger gen"man came "long and hiahed me to drive him into de woods. Got another gen"man from your house. I helped dem get a b"loon down from a tree, load it on de wagon and took it to de train. One ob de gen"mans knew you "ticularly, sah."
"Yes, Mr. Gregson," murmured Frank. "Did both leave town?"
"Yes, sah, with the b"loon."
Frank was sorry he had not seen his entertaining acquaintance before he went away. Mr. Johnson continued:
"Rar gen"man, dose, "specially dat professor. What think, sah? He say: "How much am dis exertion on youah part worth, Mistah Johnsing?" and when I say, "Bout eight bits, Mistah Professor," he laugh and gib me a five dollah gold piece. And de other gen"man say to me confimadentially: "Mistah Johnsing, please tell young Mistah Newton I shall write to him, and when I get making a little money I shall do myself de pleashah of sending him a gold watch and chain, and dat dog of his a gold collah."
Deed he did, sah."
Frank laughed pleasantly, believing that "Mistah Johnsing" was romancing a trifle. Then he said: "I believe our contract on the teams was for twelve hours" service, Mr. Johnson?"
"Dat am correct, sah."
"If you say so, I will give them a good feed and do our moving from the house to the rooms upstairs here. Of course I will pay your man for the extra labor."
"Dat am highly satisfact"ry to me, Mistah Newton."
The two teams were driven over to the cottage and unhitched in front of it. Frank rigged up a convenient feed trough, gave the horses their oats, and invited Boyle to join him at supper.
Frank had talked over the moving question with his mother that morning.
He found that she had put in a busy day. All the pictures were removed from the walls and neatly encased in newspapers. The books had been placed in boxes; everything, even to the beds, carried from upstairs.
Notwithstanding all this, Mrs. Ismond spread out an appetizing meal for the two workers.
"Mother, this really won"t do," remonstrated Frank seriously.
"What won"t do, my son?" asked his mother, smiling.
"Carrying those heavy things down stairs."
"But I did not do that--at least not all of it," the widow hastened to say. "Your friend, Nelson Cady, happened along about three o"clock.
Nothing would do but he must lend a helping hand. Then his chums found him out. They were soon in service, too."
Just as Frank finished his supper there were cheery boyish hails outside. Nelson and five of his cohorts animatedly demanded that they become part and parcel in the fun and excitement of moving.
Soon there was a procession carrying various articles to the rooms on Cedar Street. The wagons took the heavy furniture and such like. Just at dark the last had left the cottage. Looking back, Frank saw Mr. Dorsett sneaking into his empty house from the rear.
"He doesn"t look particularly happy, now he has had his own way,"
reflected Frank. "I hope mother doesn"t take the change to heart."
His first question was along that very line, as the last chair was set in place in the new family habitation.
"Sad, Frank?" said his mother--"no, indeed! When we were forced from the old home on the hill a year ago, I was very sorrowful. It is a positive relief now, though, to get out of the shadow of Mr. Dorsett and all belonging to him. It is nice, and home-like and cozy here, and I am sure we shall be very comfortable and happy in our new home."
Many hands had aided in bestowing the family goods just where Mrs.
Ismond wanted them. There was very little tidying up to do half-an-hour after Frank had dismissed the teamster, with a dollar for his extra work.
Then he led a gay procession down the princ.i.p.al village street. They entered a little ice cream parlor, and Frank "treated"--one ice cream and a gla.s.s of soda water all around.
"I want to see you, Nelson, as early in the morning as I can," said Frank, as they separated for the night.
"Business?" inquired Nelson, in a serious way.
"Why, yes. Truth is, I can put some loose change in your pocket, if you care to undertake a ten-days" job I have in hand."
Nelson shook his head dubiously, with a very important air.
"Dunno," he said calculatingly. "You see, I am expecting a letter any day now."
Frank smiled to himself. Nelson had been "expecting a letter" every day for a year. Every boy in the village knew this, and occasionally guyed and jollied him about it.
Nelson"s great ambition was to become a cowboy. On one occasion he had run away from home, bound for far-away Idaho. He got as far as the city, was nearly starved and half-frozen, and came home meekly the next day.
His father gave him a good, sensible talk. He tried to convince Nelson that he was too young to undertake the rough life of a cowboy. This failing, he agreed that if Nelson would get some respectable stockman in Idaho to ensure him a regular berth for a year, he would let him go west and pay his fare there.
Since then Nelson had spent nearly all the pocket money he could earn writing to people in Idaho, from the Governor down. n.o.body seemed to want an inexperienced, home-bred boy to round their stock, however.
Still, Nelson kept on hoping and trying.
"I"ll risk your letter coming before your contract with me is finished, Nelson," said Frank kindly. "About this cowboy business, though--take my advice and that of your good, kind father: don"t waste your best young years just for the sake of novelty and adventure. No ambitious boy can afford it."
"But I have a longing for the wild ranch life," said Nelson earnestly.
"All right, then do your duty to those at home, earn a good start here, where you have friends to help you, and begin with a ranch of your own.
When I have made enough money, I would like to run a ranch myself. But I want to own it. I want to make a business investment--not fun and frolic--out of it."
"All right, I"ll be on hand in the morning," promised Nelson.
"I have been saving a surprise for you, Frank," said his mother, as he rejoined her about nine o"clock. "What do you think? Your friend, Mr.
Gregson, insisted on leaving you twenty-five dollars."
"Oh, that won"t do at all!" cried Frank instantly.
"The professor, who was with him, insisted that it must. Besides, they left all sorts of kind regards for you."
Frank"s was a truly grateful heart. It had been a splendid day for him.
He took up a lamp and went downstairs, whistling happily.