before the cam"ra myself. But I cal"late I ain"t got much "screen charm,"" the waitress added seriously. "I"m too fat. And I wouldn"t do none of them comedy pictures where the fat woman always gets the worst of it. But you must take lovely photographs."
"I"m not sure that I do," laughed Louise.
"Land sakes! Course you do. Them big eyes o" yourn must just look fetchin" in a picture. I don"t believe I"ve ever seen you in a movie, have I, Miss------?"
"Grayling."
""Grayling"! Ain"t that pretty?" Gusty Durgin gave an envious sigh. "Is it your honest to goodness, or just your fillum name?"
"My "honest to goodness,"" the visitor confessed, bubbling with laughter.
"Land sakes! I should have to change mine all right. The kids at school useter call me "Dusty Gudgeon." Course, my right name"s Augusta; but n.o.body ever remembers down here on the Cape to call anybody by such a long name. Useter be a boy in our school who was named "Christopher Columbus George Washington Marquis de Lafayette Gallup." His mother named him that. But everybody called him "Lafe"--after Lafayette, ye see.
"Land sakes! I should just have to change my name if I acted in the pictures. Your complexion"s real, too, ain"t it?" pursued this waitress with histrionic ambitions. "Real pretty, too, if "tis high colored. I expect you have to make up for the pictures, just the same."
"I suppose I should. I believe it is always necessary to accentuate the lights and shadows for the camera."
""Accentuate"--yep. That"s a good word. I"ll remember that," said Gusty. "You goin" to stay down to The Beaches long---and will you like it?"
"The Beaches?"
"That"s where you"ll work. At the Bozewell house. Swell bungalow. All the big bugs live along The Beaches."
"I am not sure just how long I shall stay," confessed Louise Grayling; "but I know I am going to like it."
CHAPTER II
CAP"N ABE
"I see by the _Globe_ paper," Cap"n Abe observed, pushing up from his bewhiskered visage the silver-bowed spectacles he really did not need, "that them fellers saved from the wreck of the _Gilbert Gaunt_ cal"late they went through something of an adventure."
"And they did," rejoined Cap"n Joab Beecher, "if they seen ha"f what they tell about."
"I dunno," the storekeeper went on reflectively, staring at a huge fishfly booming against one of the dusty window panes. "I dunno. Cap"n Am"zon was tellin" me once"t about what he and two others went through with after the _Posy La.s.s,_ out o" Bangor, was smashed up in a big blow off Hat"ras. What them fellers in the _Globe_ paper tell about ain"t a patch on what Cap"n Am"zon suffered."
There was an uncertain, troubled movement among Cap"n Abe"s hearers.
Even the fishfly stopped droning. Cap"n Beecher looked longingly through the doorway from which the sea could be observed as well as a strip of that natural breakwater called "The Neck," a barrier between the tumbling Atlantic and the quiet bay around which the main village of Cardhaven was set.
All the idlers in the store on this June afternoon were not natives.
There were several young fellows from The Beaches--on the Sh.e.l.l Road to which Cap"n Abe"s store was a fixture. In sight of The Beaches the wealthy summer residents had built their homes--dwellings ranging in architectural design from the mushroom-roofed bungalow to a villa in the style of the Italian Renaissance.
The villa in question had been built by I. Tapp, the Salt Water Taffy King, and Lawford Tapp, only son of the house, was one of the audience in Cap"n Abe"s store.
"Cap"n Amazon said," boomed the storekeeper a good deal like the fishfly--"Cap"n Amazon said the _Posy La.s.s_ was loaded with lumber and her cargo"s "bout all that kep" her afloat as fur as Hat"ras. Then the smashin" big seas that come aboard settled her right down like a wounded duck.
"The deck load went o" course; and about ev"rything else was cleaned off the decks that warn"t bolted to "em. The seas rose up and picked off the men, one after t"other, like a person"d clean off a beach plum bush."
"I shouldn"t wonder," spoke up Cap"n Beecher, "if we seen some weather "fore morning."
He was squinting through the doorway at an azure and almost speckless sky. There was an uneasy shuffling of boots. One of the boys from The Beaches giggled. Cap"n Abe--and the fishfly--boomed on together, the storekeeper evidently visualizing the scene he narrated and not the half-lighted and goods-crowded shop. At its best it was never well illumined. Had the window panes been washed there was little chance of the sunshine penetrating far save by the wide open door. On either hand as one entered were the rows of hanging oilskins, storm boots, miscellaneous clothing and ship chandlery that made up only a part of Cap"n Abe"s stock.
There were blue flannel shirts dangling on wooden hangers to show all their breadth of shoulder and the array of smoked-pearl b.u.t.tons. Brown and blue dungaree overalls were likewise displayed--grimly, like men hanging in chains. At the end of one row of these quite ordinary habiliments was one dress shirt with pleated bosom and cuffs as stiff as a board. Lawford Tapp sometimes speculated on that shirt--how it chanced to be in Cap"n Abe"s stock and why it had hung there until the flies had taken t.i.tle to it!
Centrally located was the stove, its four heavily rusted legs set in a shallow box which was sometimes filled with fresh sawdust. The stovepipe, guyed by wires to the ceiling, ran back to the chimney behind Cap"n Abe.
He stood at the one s.p.a.ce that was kept cleared on his counter, hairy fists on the brown, hacked plank--the notches of the yard-stick and fathom-stick cut with a jackknife on its edge--his pale eyes sparkling as he talked.
"There she wallered," went on the narrator of maritime disaster, "her cargo held together by rotting sheathing and straining ribs. She was wrung by the seas like a dishrag in a woman"s hands. She no longer mounted the waves; she bored through "em. "Twas a serious time--to hear Cap"n Am"zon tell it."
"I guess it must ha" been, Abe," Milt Baker put in hastily. "Gimme a piece o" that Brown Mule chewin" tobacker."
"I"ll _sell_ it to ye, Milt," the storekeeper said gently, with his hand on the slide of the cigar and tobacco showcase.
"That"s what I mean," rejoined Milt boldly, fishing in his pocket for the required nickel.
"For fourteen days while the _Posy La.s.s_ was drivin" off sh.o.r.e before an easterly gale, Cap"n Am"zon an" two others, lashed to the stump o" the fo"mast, _ex_-isted in a smother of foam an" spume, with the waves picklin" "em ev"ry few minutes. And five raw potaters was all they had to eat in all that endurin" time!"
"Five potatoes?" Lawford Tapp cried. "For three men? And for fourteen days? Good-_night_!"
Cap"n Abe stared at him for a moment, his eyes holding sparks of indignation. "Young man," he said tartly, "you should hear Cap"n Am"zon himself tell it. You wouldn"t cast no doubts upon his statement."
Cap"n Joab snorted and turned his back again. Young Tapp felt somewhat abashed.
"Yes, sir!" proceeded Cap"n Abe who seldom lost the thread of one of his stories, "they was lashed to that stump of a mast and they lived on them potaters--sc.r.a.ping "em fine with their sheath-knives, and husbandin" "em like they was jewels. One of "em went mad."
"One o" the potaters?" gasped Amiel Perdue.
"_Who_ went crazy--your brother, Cap"n Abe?" Milt asked cheerfully. He had squandered a nickel in trying to head off the flow of the storekeeper"s story, and felt that he was ent.i.tled to something besides the Brown Mule.
Cap"n Abe kept to his course apparently unruffled: "Cap"n Am"zon an" the other feller lashed the poor chap--han"s _an_" feet--and so kep" him from goin" overboard. But mebbe "twarn"t a marciful act after all. When they was rescued from the _Posy La.s.s_, her decks awash and her slowly breakin"
up, there warn"t nothing could be done for the feller that had lost his mind. He was put straightaway into a crazy-house when they got to port.
"Now, them fellers saved from the _Gilbert Gaunt_ didn"t go through nothin" like that, it stands to reason. Cap"n Am"zon----"
Lawford Tapp was gazing out of the door beside Cap"n Joab, whose deeply tanned, whisker-fringed countenance wore an expression of disgust.
"I declare! I"d love to see this wonderful brother of his. He must have Baron Munchausen lashed to the post," the young man whispered.
"Never heard tell of that Munchausen feller," Cap"n Joab reflected.
"Reckon he didn"t sail from any of the Cape ports. But you let Abe tell it, Cap"n Am"zon Silt is the greatest navigator an" has the rip-snortin"est adventoors of airy deep-bottom sailor that ever chawed salt hoss."
"Did you ever see him?" Lawford asked.
"See who?"
"Cap"n Amazon?"