"Beats all, I say; don"t it, now? There"s that Cap"n Potts: been a seaman, man an" boy, all his life,"-here the grizzled wet head was hidden for a moment as a clean flannel shirt was drawn over it,-"yet he ain"t got sense "nough to keep a boom from rottin" "board a cat-boat,"-the head was up now, and Sanford, fumbling under the chin whisker, was helping the captain with the top b.u.t.ton,-"an" snappin"
square off in a little gale o" wind like that. There, thank ye, guess that"ll do."
When he had seated himself in his chair, his st.u.r.dy legs-stout and tough as two dock-logs-stretched out before the fire, his rough hands spread to the blaze, warming the big, strong body that had been soaking wet for ten consecutive hours, Sanford took a seat beside him, and, laying his hand on his knee, said in a gentle voice, "Why did you risk your life for that pump, Captain Joe?"
""Cause she acted so durned ornery," he blurted out in an angry tone.
"Jes" see what she did: gin out night "fore last jes" "s we was gittin" ready to h"ist that big stretcher; kep" me an" Caleb up two nights a-castin" an" borin" on "er out; then all of a sudden she thought she"d upset an" fool us. I tell ye, ye"ve got to take hold of a thing like that good an" early, or it"ll git away with ye."
One hand was swung high over his head as if it had been a sledge-hammer.
"Now she"ll stay put till I git through with her. I ain"t a-goin" to let no d.a.m.ned pump beat me!"
CHAPTER XX
AT THE PINES
The Indian summer days had come,-soft, dreamy days of red and gold, with veils of silver mist at sunrise, and skeins of purple clouds at twilight. The air was hazy with the smoke of dull fires smouldering on the hillside. The stems of the bare birches shone white; wreaths of scarlet crowned the low stone walls; dead leaves strewed the lawns, and tall chrysanthemums flamed in the garden-beds. Here and there a belated summer rose, braving the cold, shivered with close-folded lips, or hung head down, pierced by the night-frost.
Sanford had shifted his quarters from the little room over Captain Joe"s kitchen to the big east room at The Pines, opening out upon a wide balcony, from which he could see with his gla.s.s the feathers of white steam on the Ledge. His apartments in Washington Square had been closed, and Sam ordered to join his master at Keyport, where he found himself promoted from the position of man-of-all-work to that of valet-in-chief, with especial instructions to report daily to Buckles, who grew more reticent and imposing by reason of the added charge.
And with the dreamy days came Helen and Jack; Smearly with a big canvas, which he never afterward touched; and the major, with a nondescript wardrobe, as curious as it was astonishing.
To Helen The Pines was a land of romance and charm. She had been brought up in the country, and loved its quiet, the rest of its shady lanes and cool woods, and the life it brought. The city had charmed her at first. She liked its novelty, its theatres, galleries, and crowded streets, but long before her visit in town was done, she had begun to sigh for green fields, and rose gardens, and the freedom of her young days at home. She had pa.s.sed the summer with her school friends, Jack spending his Sundays with her whenever he could manage an invitation. But the homes of her friends had been simple ones, with none of the luxury and comfort and the poetry of The Pines.
Mrs. Leroy had begun at once on her arrival to carry out her promise to give the young Maryland girl one more good time before that "Bluebeard Jack bound her hand and foot." She had done this as much from a sincere interest in Helen, as from a sense of duty to Jack and Sanford. She had not, as yet, completely won the girl"s confidence.
The talk with Smearly, in which Mrs. Leroy had cried out against the marriage relation, still lingered in Helen"s mind. Its last impression wore away only when Kate had taken her out on the lawn, on the second morning of her visit, to show her a secluded summer-house smothered in climbing vines and overlooking the water.
"This is for you and Jack," she had said, with a merry twinkle in her eye and a depth of tenderness in her tone. "And for n.o.body else, dear.
Not a soul will be able to find you." Though Helen had laughed and said that she and Jack had been engaged too long to need such retirement, every succeeding morning had found them there, oblivious to the outside world until aroused by a peculiar shuffling sound on the gravel, followed by a warning cough.
"Lunch ready, Ma.r.s.e Jack,-so de waiter-man says."
It was always Sam,-his face as full of smiles as a suddenly disturbed puddle is of ripples.
But if The Pines was an enchanted realm to Helen and Jack, a refreshing retreat to Sanford, and a mine of luxury to Smearly, to the major it was a never ending source of pure delight.
Until that day on which he had stepped within its portals, his experience of Northern hospitality had been confined to Jack"s and Sanford"s bachelor apartments, for years ideal realms of elegance and ease. These now seemed to him both primitive and meagre. Where Jack had but one room to spare for a friend, and Sanford but two, The Pines had whole suites opening into corridors terminating in vistas of entrancing lounging-places, with marvelous fittings and draperies.
Where Sam and Jefferson, in their respective establishments, performed unaided every household duty, from making a c.o.c.ktail to making a bed, The Pines boasted two extra men, who a.s.sisted Buckles at the sideboard, to say nothing of countless maids, gardeners, hostlers, stable-boys, and lesser dependents.
Moreover, the major had come upon a most capacious carriage-house and out-buildings, sheltering a wonderful collection of drags, coupes, and phaetons of patterns never seen by him before,-particularly a most surprising dog-cart with canary-colored wheels; and a stable full of satin-skinned horses with incredible pedigrees, together with countless harnesses mounted in silver, and decorated with monograms.
Last, but by no means least, he had discovered, to his infinite joy, a spick-and-span perfectly appointed steam yacht, with sailing-master, engineer, firemen, and crew constantly on board, and all ready, at a moment"s notice, to steam off to the uttermost parts of the earth in search of booty or adventure.
The major had found, in fact, all that his wildest flights and his most mendacious imaginings had pictured. The s.p.a.cious piazzas, velvet lawns, and n.o.ble parks of which he had so often boasted as being "upon the estate of a ve"y dear friend of mine up No"th, suh, where I spend so many happy days;" the wonderful cuisine, fragrant Havanas, crusty port and old Hennessy,-the property as well of this diaphanous gentleman,-had at last become actual realities. The women of charming mien and apparel, so long creations of his brain,-"Dianas, suh, clothed one hour in yachtin"-jackets, caps, and dainty yellow shoes, and the next in webs of gossamer, their lovely faces shaded by ravishin" pa"asols and crowned by wonderful hats,"-now floated daily along the very gravel walks that his own feet pressed, or were attended nightly by gay gallants in immaculate black and white, whose elbows touched his own.
Of all these luxuries had he dreamed for years, and about all these luxuries had he lied, descanting on their glories by the hour to that silent group of thirsty Pocomokians before the village bar, or to the untraveled neighbors who lightened with their presence the lonely hours at Crab Island. But never until Mrs. Leroy had opened wide to him the portals of The Pines had they been real to his sight and touch.
It is not to be wondered at, therefore, that with the flavor of all this magnificence steeping his soul a gradual change took place in his tone and demeanor. Before a week had pa.s.sed he had somehow persuaded himself that although the lamp of Aladdin was exclusively the property of Mrs. Leroy, the privilege of rubbing it was unquestionably his own.
Gradually, and by the same mental process, he had become convinced that he was not only firmly installed in the Leroy household as High Rubber-in-Chief, the master of the house being temporarily absent, and there being no one else to fill his place, but that the office, if not a life position, at least would last long enough to tide him over until cold weather set in.
At first Mrs. Leroy looked on in amazement, and then, as the humor of the situation dawned upon her, gave him free rein to do as he would.
Months ago she had seen through his harmless a.s.sumptions, and his present pretensions amused her immensely.
"My dear madam," he would say, "I see the lines of care about yo"r lovely eyes. Let me take you a spin down the sh.e.l.l road in that yaller cyart. It will bring the roses back to your cheeks." Or, "Sanford, my dear fellow, try one of those Reina Victorias; you"ll find them much lighter. Buckles, open a fresh box."
It is worthy of note, too, that when once the surprise at the novelty of the situation had pa.s.sed away, his hostess soon realized that no one could have filled the post of major-domo to better satisfaction.
The same qualities that served him at Crab Island, making him the best of company when off on an outing with the boys, were displayed in even greater perfection at The Pines. He was courteous, good-humored, unselfish, watchful of everybody"s comfort, buoyant as a rubber ball, and ultimately so self-poised that even Buckles began to stand in awe of him,-a victory, by the way, which so delighted Jack Hardy that he rolled over on the gra.s.s with shouts of laughter when he discussed it with Sanford and Smearly.
Nor were the greater duties neglected. He was constantly on the lookout for various devices by which his hostess might be relieved in the care of her guests. Tennis tournaments, fishing parties, and tableaux followed in quick succession, each entertainment the result of his ingenious activity and his untiring efforts at making everybody happy.
This daily routine of gayety was interrupted by the important announcement that a committee of engineers, headed by General Barton, would inspect the work at Shark Ledge.
This visit of the engineers meant to Sanford a possible solution of his difficulties. Carleton still withheld the certificate, and the young engineer had had the greatest difficulty in tiding over his payments. A second and last section of the work was nearly completed, thanks to the untiring efforts of Captain Joe and his men and to the stability of the machinery, and there was every probability that now these two sections would be finished before the snow began to fly.
This had been the main purpose of Sanford"s summer, and the end was in sight. And yet, with all that had been accomplished, Sanford knew that a technical ruling of the Board in sustaining Carleton"s unjust report when rejecting the work might delay his payments for months, and if prolonged through the winter might eventually ruin him.
The inspection, then, was all the more important at this time; for while the solidity of the masonry and the care with which it was constructed would speak for themselves, the details must be seen and inspected to be appreciated. If the day, therefore, were fine and the committee able to land on the Ledge, Sanford had no fear of the outcome,-provided, of course, that Carleton could be made to speak the truth.
There was no question that parts of the work as they then stood were in open violation of the plans and specifications of the contract. The concrete base, or disk, was acknowledged by Sanford to be six inches out of level. This error was due to the positive orders of Carleton against the equally positive protest of Sanford and Captain Joe. But the question still remained, whether the Board would sustain Carleton"s refusal to give a certificate in view of the error, and whether Carleton could be made to admit that the error was his own, and not Sanford"s.
So far as the permanence of the structure was concerned, this six inches" rise over so large an area as the base was immaterial. The point-a vital one-was whether the technical requirements of the contract would be insisted upon. Its final decision lay with the Board.
To Mrs. Leroy the occasion was one of more than usual importance. She sent for the sailing-master, ordered steam up at an early hour, gave Sam-Buckles had a.s.signed Sam to certain duties aboard the yacht-particular directions as to luncheon the following day, and prepared to entertain the whole committee, provided that august body could be induced to accept the invitation she meant to extend. She had already selected General Barton as her especial victim, while Helen was to make herself agreeable to some of the younger members.
The value of linen, gla.s.s, cut flowers, dry champagne, and pretty toilettes in settling any of the affairs of life was part of her social training, and while she did not propose to say one word in defense or commendation of Sanford and his work, she fully intended so to soften the rough edges of the chief engineer and his a.s.sistants that any adverse ruling would be well-nigh impossible.
If Mrs. Leroy lent a cheerful and willing hand, the presiding genius of the weather was equally considerate. The morning broke clear and bright. The sun silvered the tall gra.s.s of the wide marsh crossed by the railroad trestle and draw, and illumined the great clouds of white steam puffed out by the pa.s.sing trains. The air was balmy and soft, the sky a turquoise necked with sprays of pearl, the sea a sheet of silver.
When the maid opened her windows, Mrs. Leroy stepped to the balcony and drank in the beauty and freshness of the morning. Even the weather powers, she said to herself, had ceased hostilities, and declared a truce for the day, restraining their turbulent winds until the council of war which was to decide Sanford"s fate was over.
As her eye roamed over her perfectly appointed and well-kept lawns, her attention was drawn to a singular-looking figure crossing the gra.s.s in the direction of the dock where the yacht was moored. It was that of a man dressed in the jacket and cap of a club commodore. He bore himself with the dignity of a lord high admiral walking the quarter-deck. Closer inspection revealed the manly form of no less distinguished a personage than Major Thomas Slocomb of Pocomoke.
Subsequent inquiries disclosed these facts: Finding in his room the night before a hitherto unsuspected closet door standing partly open, the major had, in harmless curiosity, entered the closet and inspected the contents, and had come upon some attractive garments. That these clothes had evidently been worn by and were then the sole property of his host, Morgan Leroy, Commodore N. Y. Y. C., a man whom he had never seen, only added to the charm of the discovery. Instantly a dozen thoughts crowded through his head,-each more seductive than the other. Evidently this open door and this carefully hung jacket and cap meant something out of the ordinary! It was the first time the door had been left open! It had been done purposely, of course, that he might see its contents! Everything in this wonderful palace of luxury was free,-cigars, brandy, even the stamps on the writing-table before him,-why not, then, these yachting clothes? To-morrow was the great day for the yacht, when the inspection of the engineers was to take place. His age and position naturally made him the absent commodore"s rightful successor. Had Leroy been at home, he would, undoubtedly, have worn these clothes himself. The duty of his subst.i.tute, therefore, was too plain to admit of a moment"s hesitation. He must certainly wear the clothes. One thing, however, touched him deeply,-the delicacy of his hostess in putting them where he could find them, and the exquisite tact with which it had all been done.
Even if all other considerations failed, he could not disappoint that queen among women, that Cleopatra of modern times.
As he squeezed his arms into the jacket-Leroy was two thirds his size-and caught the glint of the gilt b.u.t.tons in the mirror, his last lingering doubt faded.
This, then, was the figure Mrs. Leroy saw from her bedroom window.
When the major boarded the yacht the sailing-master saluted him with marked deference, remembering the uniform, even if he did not the wearer, and the sailors holystoning the decks came up to a half present as he pa.s.sed them on his way to the saloon to see if Sam had carried out his instructions about certain brews necessary for the comfort of the day.
"Where the devil did you get that rig, major?" roared Smearly, when he and Sanford came down the companionway, half an hour later. "You look like a cross between d.i.c.k Deadeye and Little Lord Fauntleroy. It"s about two sizes too small for you."
"Do you think so, gentlemen?" twisting his back to the mirrors to get a better view. His face was a study. "It"s some time since I wore "em; they may be a little tight. I"ve noticed lately that I am gaining flesh. Will you sit here, gentlemen, or shall I order something coolin" on deck?"-not a quaver in his voice. "Here, Sam," he called, catching sight of that darky"s face, "take these gentlemen"s orders."
When Helen and Mrs. Leroy appeared, followed by several ladies with Hardy as escort, the major sprang forward to greet them with all the suppressed exuberance of a siphon of Vichy. He greeted Helen first.