Thoph"s always scared he won"t get his money"s wuth in a trade, but he couldn"t kick when he got her. To give the minister a dollar and walk off with two hundred and eighty pounds of wife is showin" some business sagacity, hey? To do him justice, I will say that _he_ seems to be satisfied; she"s the one that does the complainin". I guess this is the most expensive counter in the store, ain"t it, Mister?"
The clerk laughed. "No, indeed," he said. "These are all moderate priced goods. I wonder," turning to Pearson, "if your friend wouldn"t like to see some of our choice pieces. It is a quiet day here, and I shall be glad to show them."
He led the way to a set of show cases near the door on the Fifth Avenue side. There before Captain Elisha"s dazzled eyes were displayed diamond necklaces and aigrettes, tiaras and brooches, the figures on their price tags running high into the thousands. Pearson and the good-natured clerk enjoyed themselves hugely.
"Jim," said the captain after a little of this, "is there a police officer lookin" this way?"
Pearson laughed. "I guess not," he answered. "Why? The temptation isn"t getting too much for your honesty, is it?"
"No," with a sigh, "but I"m carryin" a forty dollar watch and wearin" a ring that cost fifteen. I thought they was some punkins till I begun to look at this stuff. Now they make me feel so mean and poverty-struck that I expect to be took up for a tramp any minute. Mister," to the clerk, "you run right along and wrap up that chain I was lookin" at.
Hurry! or I"ll be ashamed to carry anything so cheap."
"Think she"ll like it, do you, Jim?" he asked, when they were once more out of doors with the purchase in his inside pocket.
"She ought, certainly," replied Pearson. "It"s a beautiful thing."
"Yes. Well, you see," apologetically, "I wanted to give her somethin"
pretty good. "Bije always did, and I didn"t want to fall too fur behind.
But," with a chuckle, "you needn"t mention the price to anybody. If Abbie--my second cousin keepin" house for me, she is--if Abbie heard of it she"d be for puttin" me in an asylum. Abbie"s got a hair breastpin and a tortoise sh.e.l.l comb, but she only wears "em to the Congregationalist meetin"-house, where she"s reasonably sure there ain"t likely to be any sneak-thieves. She went to a Unitarian sociable once, but she carried "em in a bag inside her dress."
Captain Elisha planned to surprise his niece with the gift at breakfast on the morning of her birthday, but, after reflection, decided to postpone the presentation until dinner time. The inevitable Dunns had taken upon themselves the duty of caring for the girl and her brother during the major part of the day. The yellow car appeared at the door at ten o"clock and bore the two away. Caroline a.s.sured her guardian, however, that they would return in season for the evening meal.
The captain spent lonely but busy hours until dinner time came. He had done some scheming on his own hook and, after a long argument with the cook, reenforced by a small sum in cash, had prevailed upon that haughty domestic to fashion a birthday cake of imposing exterior and indigestible make-up. Superintending the icing of this masterpiece occupied some time. He then worried Edwards into a respectful but stubborn fury by suggesting novelties in the way of table arrangement.
Another bestowal of small change quelled the disturbance. Then came, by messenger, a dozen American Beauty roses with Mr. Pearson"s card attached. These the captain decided should be placed in the center of the festive board. As a center piece had been previously provided, there was more argument. The cook took the butler"s side in the debate, and the pair yielded only when Captain Elisha again dived into his pocket.
"But I warn you, all hands," he observed, "that this is the last time.
My right fist"s got a cramp in it this minute, and you couldn"t open it again with a cold chisel."
At last, however, everything was as it should be, and he sat down in the library to await the coming of the young people. The gold chain in its handsome leather case, the latter enclosed in the jeweler"s box, was carefully laid beside Caroline"s place at the table. The dinner was ready, the cake, candles and all--the captain had insisted upon twenty candles--was ready, also. There was nothing to do but wait--and he waited.
Six-thirty was the usual dinner hour. It pa.s.sed. Seven o"clock struck, then eight, and still Captain Elisha sat alone in the library. The cook sent word that the dinner was ruined. Edwards respectfully asked, "What shall I do, sir?" twice, the second time being sent flying with an order to "Go for"ard and keep your hatches closed!" The nautical phraseology was lost upon the butler, but the tone and manner of delivery were quite understandable.
Several times the captain rose from his chair to telephone the Dunn house and ask the reason for delay. Each time he decided not to do so.
No doubt there were good reasons; Caroline and her brother had been detained; perhaps the automobile had broken down--the things were always breaking down just at the most inconvenient times; perhaps.... Well, at any rate, he would not "phone just yet; he would wait a little longer.
At last the bell rang. Captain Elisha sprang up, smiling, his impatience and worry forgotten, and, pushing the butler aside, hurried to open the door himself. He did so and faced, not his niece and nephew, but Pearson.
"Good evening, Captain," hailed the young man, cheerily. "Didn"t expect me, did you? I dropped in for a moment to shake hands with you and to offer congratulations to Miss Warren." Then, noticing the expression on his friend"s face, he added, "What"s the matter? Anything wrong? Am I intruding?"
"No, no! Course not. You"re as welcome as another egg in a poor man"s hen-house. Come right in and take off your things. I"m glad to see you.
Only--well, the fact is I thought "twas Caroline comin" home. She and Stevie was to be here over two hours ago, and I can"t imagine what"s keepin" "em."
He insisted upon his visitor"s remaining, although the latter, when he understood the situation, was reluctant to do so.
"Caroline"ll be real glad to see you, Jim, I know," the captain said.
"And I want you to stay for my sake. Between pacifyin" the Commodore and frettin" over what couldn"t possibly happen, I was half dead of the fidgets. Stay and cheer me up, there"s a good feller. I"d just about reached the stage where I had the girl and boy stove to flinders under that pesky auto. I"d even begun to figger on notifyin" the undertaker.
Tell me I"m an old fool and then talk about somethin" else. They"ll be here any minute."
But a good many minutes pa.s.sed, and still they did not come. Pearson, aware of his companion"s growing anxiety, chatted of the novel, of the people at the boarding house, of anything and everything he could think of likely to divert attention from the one important topic. The answers he received were more and more brief and absent. At last, when Edwards again appeared, appealingly mute, at the entrance to the dining room, Captain Elisha, with a sigh which was almost a groan, surrendered.
"I guess," he said, reluctantly, "I guess, Jim, there ain"t any use waitin" any longer. Somethin"s kept "em, and they won"t be here for dinner. You and I"ll set down and eat--though I ain"t got the appet.i.te I cal"lated to have."
Pearson had dined hours before, but he followed his friend, resolved to please the latter by going through the form of pretending to eat.
They sat down together. Captain Elisha, with a rueful smile, pointed to the floral centerpiece.
"There"s your posies, Jim," he observed. "Look pretty, don"t they. She ain"t seen "em yet, but she"ll like "em when she does. And that over there, is her present from me. Stevie gave her a box of gloves, and I expect, from what Mrs. Dunn hinted, that she and that son of hers gave her somethin" fine. She"ll show us when she gets here. What"s this, Commodore? Oysters, hey? Well, they ought to taste like home. They"re "Cape Cods"; I wouldn"t have anything else."
"We won"t touch the birthday cake, Jim," he added, a little later.
"She"s got to cut that herself."
The soup was only lukewarm, but neither of them commented on the fact.
The captain had scarcely tasted of his, when he paused, his spoon in air.
"Hey?" he exclaimed. "Listen! What"s that? By the everlastin", it _is_.
Here they are, at _last_!"
He sprang up with such enthusiasm that his chair tipped backwards against the butler"s devoted shins. Pearson, almost as much pleased, also rose.
Captain Elisha paid scant attention to the chair incident.
"What are you waitin" for?" he demanded, whirling on Edwards, who was righting the chair with one hand and rubbing his knee with the other.
"Don"t you hear "em at the door? Let "em in!"
He reached the library first, his friend following more leisurely.
Caroline and Stephen had just entered.
"Well!" he cried, in his quarter-deck voice, his face beaming with relief and delight, "you _are_ here, ain"t you! I begun to think....
Why, what"s the matter?"
The question was addressed to Stephen, who stood nearest to him. The boy did not deign to reply. With a contemptuous grunt, he turned scornfully away from his guardian.
"What is it, Caroline?" demanded Captain Elisha. "_Has_ anything happened?"
The girl looked coldly at him. A new brooch--Mrs. Corcoran Dunn"s birthday gift--sparkled at her throat.
"No accident has happened, if that is what you mean," she said.
"But--why, yes, that was what I meant. You was so awful late, and you know you said you"d be home for dinner, so--"
"I changed my mind. Come, Steve."
She turned to leave the room. Pearson, at that moment, entered it.
Stephen saw him first.
"_What_?" he cried. "Well, of all the nerve! Look, Caro!"
"Jim--Mr. Pearson, I mean--ran in a few minutes ago," explained Captain Elisha, bewildered and stammering. "He thought of course we"d had dinner and--and--he just wanted to wish you many happy returns, Caroline."