As soon as the last of the grain was in, on the thirty-first, Max took a north-bound car and scoured South Chicago for a hall that was big enough. Before the afternoon was gone he had found it, and had arranged with a restaurant keeper to supply the dinner. Early the next morning the three set to work, making long tables and benches by resting planks on boxes, and covering the tables with pink and blue and white scalloped shelf-paper.
It was nearly ten o"clock when Max, after draping a twenty-four-foot flag in a dozen different ways, let it slide down the ladder to the floor and sat down on the upper round, looking out over the gridiron of tables with a disgusted expression. Peterson, aided by a man from the restaurant, was bringing in load after load of thick white plates, stacking them waist high near the door. Max was on the point of calling to him, but he recollected that Pete"s eye, though quick with timbers, would not help much in questions of art. Just then Bannon came through the doorway with another flag rolled under his arm.
"They"re here already, a couple of dozen of "em," he said, as he dropped the flag at the foot of the ladder. "I"ve left James on the stairs to keep "em out until we"re ready. Better have an eye on the fire escape, too--they"re feeling pretty lively."
"Say," Max said abruptly, "I can"t make this thing look anyhow. I guess it"s up to you."
Bannon stepped back and looked up at the wall.
"Why don"t you just hang them from the ceiling and then catch them up from pretty near the bottom--so they"ll drape down on both sides of the windows?"
"I know," said Max, "but there"s ways of making "em look just right--if Hilda was here, she"d know----" He paused and looked down at the red, white, and blue heap on the floor.
During the last week they had not spoken of Hilda, and Bannon did not know whether she had told Max. He glanced at him, but got no sign, for Max was gazing moodily downward.
"Do you think," Bannon said, "do you think she"d care to come around?"
He tried to speak easily, as he might have spoken of her at any time before Christmas Day, but he could not check a second glance at Max. At that moment Max looked up, and as their eyes met, with an awkward pause, Bannon knew that he understood; and for a moment the impatience that he had been fighting for a week threatened to get away with him. He had seen nothing of Hilda, except for the daily "Good morning," and a word now and then. The office had been besieged by reporters waiting for a chance at him; under-foremen had been rushing in and out; Page"s representatives and the railroad and steamboat men had made it their headquarters. It may be that he would not have spoken in any case, for he had said all that he could say, and he knew that she would give him an answer when she could.
Max"s eyes had dropped again.
"You mean for her to help fix things up?" he asked.
Bannon nodded; and then, as Max did not look up, he said, "Yes."
"Why--why, yes, I guess she"d just as soon." He hesitated, then began coming down the ladder, adding, "I"ll go for her."
Bannon looked over his shoulder--Pete was clattering about among the dishes.
"Max," he said, "hold on a minute."
Max turned and came slowly back.
Bannon had seated himself on the end of a table, and now he waited, looking down at the two rows of plates, and slowly turning a caster that stood at his elbow. What he finally said was not what Max was awaiting.
"What are you going to do now, Max--when you"re through on this job?"
"Why--I don"t know----"
"Have you got anything ahead?"
"Nothing sure. I was working for a firm of contractors up on the North Side, and I"ve been thinking maybe they"d take me back."
"You"ve had some experience in building before now, haven"t you?" Bannon was speaking deliberately, as if he were saying what he had thought out before.
"Yes, a good deal. It"s what I"ve mostly done since I quit the lumber business."
"When Mr. MacBride was here," said Bannon, "he told me that we"ve got a contract for a new house at Indianapolis. It"s going to be concrete, from the spiles up--there ain"t anything like it in the country. I"m going down next week to take charge of the job, and if you"d like to go along as my a.s.sistant, I"ll take you."
Max did not know what to say. At first he grinned and blushed, thinking only that Bannon had been pleased with his work; then he grew serious.
"Well," said Bannon, "what do you say?"
Max still hesitated. At last he replied:--
"Can I have till to-morrow to think about it? I--you see, Hilda and I, we most always talk things over, and I don"t exactly like to do anything without----"
"Sure," said Bannon; "think it over if you like. There"s no hurry up to the end of the week." He paused as if he meant to go on, but changed his mind and stood up. Max, too, was waiting, as if there were more to be said.
"You two must think we"ve got all day to fix things." It was Pete calling from the other end of the room. "There ain"t no loafing allowed here."
Bannon smiled, and Max turned away. But after he had got a third of the way down the aisle, he came back.
"Say, Mr. Bannon," he said, "I want to tell you that I--Hilda, she said--she"s told me something about things--and I want to----" It had been a lame conversation; now it broke down, and they stood through a long silence without speaking. Finally Max pulled himself together, and said in a low, nervous voice: "Say, it"s all right. I guess you know what I"m thinking about. And I ain"t got a word to say." Then he hurried out.
When Max and Hilda came in, the restaurant man was setting up the paper napkin tents on the raised table at the end of the hall, and Pete stood by the door, looking upon his work with satisfaction. He did not see them until they were fairly in the room.
"h.e.l.lo," he said; "I didn"t know you was coming, Miss Vogel." He swept his arm around. "Ain"t it fine? Make you hungry to look at all them plates?"
Hilda followed his gesture with a smile. Her jacket was still b.u.t.toned tightly, and her eyes were bright and her cheeks red from the brisk outer air. Bannon and James were coming toward them, and she greeted them with a nod.
"There"s going to be plenty of room," she said.
"That"s right," Pete replied. "There won"t be no elbows getting in the way at this dinner. Come up where you can see better." He led the way to the platform, and they all followed.
"This is the speakers" table," Pete went on, "where the boss and all will be"--he winked toward Bannon--"and the guest of honor. You show her how we sit, Max; you fixed that part of it."
Max walked around the table, pointing out his own, Pete"s, James", and Bannon"s seats, and those of the committee. The middle seat, next to Bannon"s he pa.s.sed over.
"Hold on," said Pete, "you forgot something."
Max grinned and drew back the middle chair.
"This is for the guest of honor," he said, and looked at Hilda. Pete was looking at her, too, and James--all but Bannon.
The color, that had been leaving her face, began to come back.
"Do you mean me?" she asked
"I guess that"s pretty near," said Pete.
She shook her head. "Oh, no--thank you very much--I can"t stay."
Pete and Max looked at each other.
"The boys"ll be sorry," said Pete. "It"s kind of got out that maybe you"d be here, and--I don"t believe they"d let you off."
Hilda was smiling, but her face was flushed. She shook her head. "Oh, no," she replied; "I only came to help."