And the next day the Gov"ment fellers said "clear" and Beriah said "rain," and she poured a flood. And, after three or four of such experiences, Beriah was all hunky with the "house-party," and they looked at him as a sort of wonderful freak, like a two-headed calf or the "snake child," or some such outrage.
So, when the party was over, "round comes Peter, busting with a new notion. What he cal"lated to do was to start a weather prophesying bureau all on his own hook, with Beriah for prophet, and him for manager and general advertiser, and Jonadab and me to help put up the money to get her going. He argued that summer folks from Scituate to Provincetown, on both sides of the Cape, would pay good prices for the real thing in weather predictions. The Gov"ment bureau, so he said, covered too much ground, but Beriah was local and hit her right on the head. His idee was to send Beriah"s predictions by telegraph to agents in every Cape town each morning, and the agents was to hand "em to susscribers. First week a free trial; after that, so much per prophecy.
And it worked--oh, land, yes! it worked. Peter"s letters and circulars would satisfy anybody that black was white, and the free trial was a sure bait. I don"t know why "tis, but if you offered the smallpox free, there"d be a barrel of victims waiting in line to come down with it.
Brown rigged up a little shanty on the bluff in front of the "Old Home,"
and filled it full of barometers and thermometers and chronometers and charts, and put Beriah and Eben inside to look wise and make b"lieve do something. That was the office of "The South Sh.o.r.e Weather Bureau," and "twas sort of sacred and holy, and "twould kill you to see the boarders tip-toeing up and peeking in the winder to watch them two old coots squinting through a telescope at the sky or scribbling rubbish on paper.
And Beriah was right "most every time. I don"t know why--my notion is that he was born that way, same as some folks are born lightning calculators--but I"ll never forget the first time Peter asked him how he done it.
"Wall," drawls Beriah, "now to-day looks fine and clear, don"t it? But last night my left elbow had rheumatiz in it, and this morning my bones ache, and my right toe-j"int is sore, so I know we"ll have an easterly wind and rain this evening. If it had been my left toe now, why--"
Peter held up both hands.
"That"ll do," he says. "I ain"t asking any more questions. ONLY, if the boarders or outsiders ask you how you work it, you cut out the bones and toe business and talk science and temperature to beat the cars.
Understand, do you? It"s science or no eight-fifty in the pay envelope.
Left toe-joint!" And he goes off grinning.
We had to have Eben, though he wasn"t wuth a green hand"s wages as a prophet. But him and Beriah stuck by each other like two flies in the glue-pot, and you couldn"t hire one without t"other. Peter said "twas all right--two prophets looked better"n one, anyhow; and, as subscriptions kept up pretty well, and the Bureau paid a fair profit, Jonadab and me didn"t kick.
In July, Mrs. Freeman--she had charge of the upper decks in the "Old Home" and was rated head chambermaid--up and quit, and being as we couldn"t get another capable Cape Codder just then, Peter fetched down a woman from New York; one that a friend of old Dillaway"s recommended.
She was able seaman so far"s the work was concerned, but she"d been good-looking once and couldn"t forget it, and she was one of them clippers that ain"t happy unless they"ve got a man in tow. You know the kind: pretty nigh old enough to be a coal-barge, but all rigged up with bunting and frills like a yacht.
Her name was Kelly, Emma Kelly, and she was a widow--whether from choice or act of Providence I don"t know. The other women servants was all down on her, of course, "cause she had city ways and a style of wearing her togs that made their Sunday gowns and bonnets look like distress signals. But they couldn"t deny that she was a driver so far"s her work was concerned. She"d whoop through the hotel like a no"theaster and have everything done, and done well, by two o"clock in the afternoon. Then she"d be ready to dress up and go on parade to astonish the natives.
Men--except the boarders, of course--was scarce around Wellmouth Port.
First the Kelly lady begun to flag Cap"n Jonadab and me, but we sheered off and took to the offing. Jonadab, being a widower, had had his experience, and I never had the marrying disease and wasn"t hankering to catch it. So Emma had to look for other victims, and the prophet-shop looked to her like the most likely feeding-ground.
And, would you b"lieve it, them two old critters, Beriah and Eben, gobbled the bait like sculpins. If she"d been a woman like the kind they was used to--the Cape kind, I mean--I don"t s"pose they"d have paid any attention to her; but she was diff"rent from anything they"d ever run up against, and the first thing you know, she had "em both poke-hooked.
"Twas all in fun on her part first along, I cal"late, but pretty soon some idiot let out that both of "em was wuth money, and then the race was on in earnest.
She"d drop in at the weather-factory "long in the afternoon and pretend to be terrible interested in the goings on there.
"I don"t see how you two gentlemen CAN tell whether it"s going to rain or not. I think you are the most WONDERFUL men! Do tell me, Mr. Crocker, will it be good weather to-morrer? I wanted to take a little walk up to the village about four o"clock if it was."
And then Beriah"d swell out like a puffing pig and put on airs and look out of the winder, and crow:
"Yes"m, I jedge that we"ll have a southerly breeze in the morning with some fog, but nothing to last, nothing to last. The afternoon, I cal"late, "ll be fair. I--I--that is to say, I was figgering on goin" to the village myself to-morrer."
Then Emma would pump up a blush, and smile, and purr that she was SO glad, "cause then she"d have comp"ny. And Eben would glower at Beriah and Beriah"d grin sort of superior-like, and the mutual barometer, so"s to speak, would fall about a foot during the next hour. The brotherly business between the two prophets was coming to an end fast, and all on account of Mrs. Kelly.
She played "em even for almost a month; didn"t show no preference one way or the other. First "twas Eben that seemed to be eating up to wind"ard, and then Beriah"d catch a puff and gain for a spell. Cap"n Jonadab and me was uneasy, for we was afraid the Weather Bureau would suffer "fore the thing was done with; but Peter was away, and we didn"t like to interfere till he come home.
And then, all at once, Emma seemed to make up her mind, and "twas all Eben from that time on. The fact is, the widder had learned, somehow or "nother, that he had the most money of the two. Beriah didn"t give up; he stuck to it like a good one, but he was falling behind and he knew it. As for Eben, he couldn"t help showing a little joyful pity, so"s to speak, for his partner, and the atmosphere in that rain lab"ratory got so frigid that I didn"t know but we"d have to put up a stove. The two wizards was hardly on speaking terms.
The last of August come and the "Old Home House" was going to close up on the day after Labor Day. Peter was down again, and so was Ebenezer and Belle, and there was to be high jinks to celebrate the season"s wind-up. There was to be a grand excursion and clambake at Setuckit Beach and all hands was going--four catboats full.
Of course, the weather must be good or it"s no joy job taking females to Setuckit in a catboat. The night before the big day, Peter came out to the Weather Bureau and Jonadab and me dropped in likewise. Beriah was there all alone; Eben was out walking with Emma.
"Well, Jeremiah," says Brown, chipper as a mack"rel gull on a spar-buoy, "what"s the outlook for to-morrer? The Gov"ment sharp says there"s a big storm on the way up from Florida. Is he right, or only an "also ran," as usual?"
"Wall," says Beriah, goin" to the door, "I don"t know, Mr. Brown. It don"t look just right; I swan it don"t! I can tell you better in the morning. I hope "twill be fair, too, "cause I was cal"lating to get a day off and borrer your horse and buggy and go over to the Ostable camp-meeting. It"s the big day over there," he says.
Now, I knew of course, that he meant he was going to take the widder with him, but Peter spoke up and says he:
"Sorry, Beriah, but you"re too late. Eben asked me for the horse and buggy this morning. I told him he could have the open buggy; the other one"s being repaired, and I wouldn"t lend the new surrey to the Grand Panjandrum himself. Eben"s going to take the fair Emma for a ride," he says. "Beriah, I"m afraid our beloved Cobb is, in the innocence of his youth, being roped in by the sophisticated damsel in the shoo-fly hat,"
says he.
Me and Jonadab hadn"t had time to tell Peter how matters stood betwixt the prophets, or most likely he wouldn"t have said that. It hit Beriah like a snowslide off a barn roof. I found out afterwards that the widder had more"n half promised to go with HIM. He slumped down in his chair as if his mainmast was carried away, and he didn"t even rise to blow for the rest of the time we was in the shanty. Just set there, looking fishy-eyed at the floor.
Next morning I met Eben prancing around in his Sunday clothes and with a necktie on that would make a rainbow look like a mourning badge.
"h.e.l.lo!" says I. "You seem to be pretty chipper. You ain"t going to start for that fifteen-mile ride through the woods to Ostable, be you?
Looks to me as if "twas going to rain."
"The predictions for this day," says he, "is cloudy in the forenoon, but clearing later on. Wind, sou"east, changing to south and sou"west."
"Did Beriah send that out?" says I, looking doubtful, for if ever it looked like dirty weather, I thought it did right then.
"ME and Beriah sent it out," he says, jealous-like. But I knew "twas Beriah"s forecast or he wouldn"t have been so sure of it.
Pretty soon out comes Peter, looking dubious at the sky.
"If it was anybody else but Beriah," he says, "I"d say this mornings prophecy ought to be sent to Puck. Where is the seventh son of the seventh son--the only original American seer?"
He wasn"t in the weather-shanty, and we finally found him on one of the seats "way up on the edge of the bluff. He didn"t look "round when we come up, but just stared at the water.
"Hey, Elijah!" says Brown. He was always calling Beriah "Elijah" or "Isaiah" or "Jeremiah" or some other prophet name out of Scripture.
"Does this go?" And he held out the telegraph-blank with the morning"s prediction on it.
Beriah looked around just for a second. He looked to me sort of sick and pale--that is, as pale as his sun-burned rhinoceros hide would ever turn.
"The forecast for to-day," says he, looking at the water again, "is cloudy in the forenoon, but clearing later on. Wind sou"east, changing to south and sou"west."
"Right you are!" says Peter, joyful. "We start for Setuckit, then. And here"s where the South Sh.o.r.e Weather Bureau hands another swift jolt to your Uncle Sam."
So, after breakfast, the catboats loaded up, the girls giggling and screaming, and the men boarders dressed in what they hoped was sea-togs.
They sailed away "round the lighthouse and headed up the sh.o.r.e, and the wind was sou"east sure and sartin, but the "clearing" part wasn"t in sight yet.
Beriah didn"t watch "em go. He stayed in the shanty. But by and by, when Eben drove the buggy out of the barn and Emma come skipping down the piazza steps, I see him peeking out of the little winder.
The Kelly critter had all sail sot and colors flying. Her dress was some sort of mosquito netting with wall-paper posies on it, and there was more ribbons flapping than there is reef-p"ints on a mainsail. And her hat! Great guns! It looked like one of them pictures you see in a flower-seed catalogue.
"Oh!" she squeals, when she sees the buggy. "Oh! Mr. Cobb. Ain"t you afraid to go in that open carriage? It looks to me like rain."
But Eben waved his flipper, scornful. "My forecast this morning," says he, "is cloudy now, but clearing by and by. You trust to me, Mis" Kelly.
Weather"s my business."
"Of COURSE I trust you, Mr. Cobb," she says, "Of course I trust you, but I should hate to spile my gown, that"s all."
They drove out of the yard, fine as fiddlers, and I watched "em go. When I turned around, there was Beriah watching "em too, and he was smiling for the first time that morning. But it was one of them kind of smiles that makes you wish he"d cry.