"Oh, I don"t. That is, I pretend I don"t. And I do try not to. But I keep thinkin", thinkin", and wonderin" if "twould have been better if I hadn"t gone there to live at all. Hi hum! a man of my age hadn"t ought to mind what a twenty-year-old girl says, or does; "specially when her kind, advisin" friends have shown her how she"s been deceived and hypocrit-ted. By the way, speakin" of hypocrites, I suppose there"s just as much "Dunnin"" as ever goin" on up there?"
"Yes. A little more, if anything, I"m afraid. Your niece and Mrs. Dunn and her precious son are together now so constantly that people are expecting--well, you know what they expect."
"I can guess. I hope they"ll be disapp"inted."
"So do I, but I must confess I"m fearful. Malcolm himself isn"t so wise, but his mother is--"
"A whole Book of Proverbs, hey? I know. She"s an able old frigate. I did think I had her guns spiked, but she turned "em on me unexpected. I thought I had her and her boy in a clove hitch. I knew somethin" that I was sartin sure they wouldn"t want Caroline to know, and she and Malcolm knew I knew it. Her tellin" Caroline of it, _her_ story of it, when I wasn"t there to contradict, was as smart a piece of maneuverin" as ever was. It took the wind out of my sails, because, though I"m just as right as I ever was, Caroline wouldn"t listen to me, nor believe me, now."
"She"ll learn by experience."
"Yup. But learnin" by experience is a good deal like shippin" green afore the mast; it"ll make an able seaman of you, if it don"t kill you fust. When I was a boy there was a man in our town name of Nickerson c.u.mmin"s. He was mate of a ship and smart as a red pepper poultice on a skinned heel. He was a great churchgoer when he was ash.o.r.e and always preachin" brotherly love and kindness and pattin" us little shavers on the head, and so on. Most of the grown folks thought he was a sort of saint, and I thought he was more than that. I"d have worshiped him, I cal"late, if my Methodist trainin" would have allowed me to worship anybody who wa"n"t named in Scriptur". If there"d been an apostle or a prophet christened Nickerson I"d have fell on my knees to this c.u.mmin"s man, sure. So, when I went to sea as a cabin boy, a tow-headed snub-nosed little chap of fourteen, I was as happy as a clam at highwater "cause I was goin" in the ship he was mate of."
He paused. There was a frown on his face, and his lower jaw was thrust forward grimly.
"Well?" inquired Sylvester. "What happened?"
"Hey? Oh, excuse me. When I get to thinkin" of that v"yage I simmer inside, like a teakettle on a hot stove. The second day out--seasick and homesick and so miserable I wished I could die all at once instead of by lingerin" spasms--I dropped a dish on the cabin floor and broke it.
c.u.mmin"s was alone with me, eatin" his dinner; and he jumped out of his chair when I stooped to pick up the pieces and kicked me under the table. When I crawled out, he kicked me again and kept it up. When his foot got tired he used his fist. "There!" says he between his teeth, "I cal"late that"ll learn you that crockery costs money."
"It did. I never broke anything else aboard that ship. c.u.mmin"s was a bully and a sneak to everybody but the old man, and a toady to him. He never struck me or anybody else when the skipper was around, but there was nothin" too mean for him to do when he thought he had a safe chance.
And he took pains to let me know that if I ever told a soul at home he"d kill me. I"d learned by experience, not only about the price of crockery, but other things, things that a youngster ought not to learn--how to hate a man so that you can wait years to get even with him, for one. I"m sorry I learned that, and," dryly, "so was c.u.mmin"s, later. But I did learn, once and for all, not to take folks on trust, nor to size "em up by their outside, or the noise they make in prayer-meetin", nor the way they can spread soft soap when they think it"s necessary. I"d learned that, and I"d learned it early enough to be of use to me, which was a mercy.
"It was a hard lesson for me," he added, reflectively; "but I managed to come out of it without lettin" it bitter my whole life. I don"t mind so much Caroline"s bein" down on me. She"ll know better some day, I hope; and if she don"t--well, I"m only a side-issue in her life, anyhow, hove in by accident, like the section of dog collar in the sa.s.sage. But I do hope her learnin" by experience won"t come too late to save her from ...
what she"ll be awful sorry for by and by."
"It must," declared the lawyer, with decision. "You must see to it, Captain Warren. You are her guardian. She is absolutely under your charge. She can do nothing of importance unless you consent."
"Yup. That"s so--for one more year; just one, remember! Then she"ll be of age, and I can"t say "Boo!" And her share of "Bije"s money"ll be hers, too. And don"t you believe that that fact has slipped Sister Dunn"s memory. I ain"t on deck to head her off now; if she puts Malcolm up to gettin" Caroline to give her word, and Caroline gives it--well, I know my niece. She"s honorable, and she"ll stick to her promise if it runs her on the rocks. And Her Majesty Dunn knows that, too. Therefore, the cat bein" away, she cal"lates now"s the time to make sure of the cheese."
"But the cat can come back. The song says it did, you know."
"Um-hm. And got another kick, I shouldn"t wonder. However, my claws"ll stay sharp for a year or thereabouts, and, if it comes to a shindy, there"ll be some tall scratchin" afore I climb a tree. Keep a weather eye on what goes on, won"t you?"
"I will. You can depend on me."
"I do. And say! for goodness" sakes put me out of my misery regardin"
that rock or lighthouse on "Bije"s chart, soon"s ever you settle which it is."
"Certainly! And, remember, don"t worry. It may be a lighthouse, or nothing at all. At all events, I"ll report very soon."
CHAPTER XVI
But, in spite of his promise, Sylvester did not report during the following week or the next. Meanwhile, his client tried his best to keep the new mystery from troubling his thoughts, and succeeded only partially. The captain"s days and evenings were quiet and monotonous. He borrowed a book or two from Mrs. Hepton"s meager library, read, walked a good deal, generally along the water front, and wrote daily letters to Miss Baker. He and Pearson were together for at least a portion of each day. The author, fighting down his dejection and discouragement, set himself resolutely to work once more on the novel, and his nautical adviser was called in for frequent consultation. The story, however, progressed but slowly. There was something lacking. Each knew what that something was, but neither named it.
One evening Pearson entered the room tenanted by his friend to find the latter seated beside the table, his shoes partially unlaced, and a pair of big slippers ready for putting on.
"Captain," said the visitor, "you look so comfortable I hate to disturb you."
Captain Elisha, red-faced and panting, desisted from the unlacing and straightened in his chair.
"Whew!" he puffed. "Jim, your remarks prove that your experience of the world ain"t as big as it ought to be. When you get to my age and waist measure you"ll realize that stoopin" over and comfort don"t go together.
I hope to be comfortable pretty soon; but I sha"n"t be till them boots are off. Set down. The agony"ll be over in a minute."
Pearson declined to sit. "Not yet," he said. "And you let those shoes alone, until you hear what I"ve got to say. A newspaper friend of mine has sent me two tickets for the opera to-night. I want you to go with me."
Captain Elisha was surprised.
"To the opera?" he repeated. "Why, that"s a--a sort of singin" theater ain"t it?"
"Yes, you"re fond of music; you told me so. And Ada is beautiful. Come on! it will do us both good."
"Hum! Well, I don"t know."
"I do. Get ready."
The captain looked at his caller"s evening clothes.
"What do you mean by gettin" ready?" he asked. "You"ve got on your regimentals, open front and all. My uniform is the huntin" case kind; fits in better with church sociables and South Denboro no"theasters.
If I wore one of those vests like yours Abbie"d make me put on a red flannel lung-protector to keep from catchin" pneumonia. And she"d think "twas sinful waste besides, runnin" the risk of sp"ilin" a clean biled shirt so quick. Won"t I look like an undertaker, sittin" alongside of you?"
"Not a bit. If it will ease your mind I"ll change to a business suit."
"I don"t care. You know how I feel; we had a little talk about hats a spell ago, you remember. If you"re willin" to take me "just as I am, without a plea," as the hymn-tune says, why, I cal"late I"ll say yes and go. Set down and wait while I get on my ceremonials."
He retired to the curtain alcove, and Pearson heard him rustling about, evidently making a hurried change of raiment. During this process he talked continuously.
"Jim," he said, "I ain"t been to the theater but once since I landed in New York. Then I went to see a play named "The Heart of a Sailor." Ha!
ha! that was a great show! Ever take it in, did you?"
"No. I never did."
"Well, you"d ought to. It"s a wonder of it"s kind. I learned more things about life-savin" and "longsh.o.r.e life from that drayma than you"d believe was possible. You"d have got some p"ints for your Cap"n Jim yarn from that play; you sartin would! Yes, indeed! Way I happened to go to it was on account of seein" a poster on a fence over nigh where that Moriarty tribe lived. The poster pictured a bark ash.o.r.e, on her beam ends, in a sea like those off the Horn. On the beach was a whole parcel of life-savers firin" off rockets and blue lights. Keepin" the Fourth of July, I judged they was, for I couldn"t see any other reason. The bark wa"n"t more"n a hundred foot from "em, and if all hands on board didn"t know they was in trouble by that time, then they deserved to drown.
Anyhow, they wa"n"t likely to appreciate the celebration. Ho! ho! Well, when I run afoul of that poster I felt I hadn"t ought to let anything like that get away; so I hunted up the theater--it wa"n"t but a little ways off--and got a front seat for that very afternoon."
"Was it up to the advertising?" asked Pearson.
"_Was_ it? Hi hum! I wish you"d been there. More "special I wished some of the folks from home had been there, for the whole business was supposed to happen on the Cape, and they"d have realized how ignorant we are about the place we live in. The hero was a strappin" six-footer, sort of a combination fisherman and parson, seemed so. He wore ileskins in fair weather and went around preachin" or defyin" folks that provoked him and makin" love to the daughter of a long-haired old relic that called himself an inventor.... Oh, consarn it!"
"What"s the matter?"
"Dropped my collar b.u.t.ton, as usual. Collar b.u.t.tons are one of the Old Harry"s pet traps. I"ll bet their responsible for "most as many lapses from grace as tangled fishlines. Where.... Ow!... All right; I found it with my bare foot, and edge up, of course."
A series of grunts and short-breathed exclamations followed, indicating that the sufferer was struggling with a tight collar.