Cynthia paused hesitatingly.
"I"ll come at two o"clock to-morrow," said he; "We"re going on a picnic to-day, to Dalton"s Bend, on the river. I wish I could get out of it."
Just then there came a voice from the gateway.
"Bob! Bob Worthington!"
They both turned involuntarily. A slender girl with light brown hair was standing there, waving at him.
"Who"s that?" asked Cynthia.
"That?" said Bob, in some confusion, "oh, that"s Janet Duncan."
"Good-by," said Cynthia.
"I"m coming to-morrow," he called after her, but she did not turn. In a little while she heard the carryall behind her clattering down the street, its pa.s.sengers laughing and joking merrily. Her face burned, for she thought that they were laughing at her; she wished with all her heart that she had not stopped to talk with him at the palings.
The girls, indeed, were giggling as the carryall pa.s.sed, and she heard somebody call out his name, but nevertheless he leaned out of the seat and waved his hat at her, amid a shout of laughter. Poor Cynthia! She did not look at him. Tears of vexation were in her eyes, and the light of her joy at this visit to the capital flickered, and she wished she were back in Coniston. She thought it would be very nice to be rich, and to live in a great house in a city, and to go on picnics.
The light flickered, but it did not wholly go out. If it has not been shown that Cynthia was endowed with a fair amount of sense, many of these pages have been written in vain. She sat down for a while in the park and thought of the many things she had to be thankful for--not the least of which was Jethro"s kindness. And she remembered that she was to see "Uncle Tom"s Cabin" that evening.
Such are the joys and sorrows of fifteen!
CHAPTER XV
Mr. Amos Cuthbert named it so--our old friend Amos who lives high up in the ether of Town"s End ridge, and who now represents Coniston in the Legislature. He is the same silent, sallow person as when Jethro first took a mortgage on his farm, only his skin is beginning to resemble dried parchment, and he is a trifle more cantankerous. On the morning of that memorable day when, "Uncle Tom"s Cabin" came to the capital, Amos had entered the Throne Room and given vent to his feelings in regard to the gentleman in the back seat who had demanded an evening sitting on behalf of the farmers.
"Don"t that beat all?" cried Amos. "Let them have their darned woodchuck session; there won"t n.o.body go to it. For cussed, crisscross contrariness, give me a moss-back Democrat from a one-boss, one-man town like Suffolk. I"m a-goin" to see the show."
"G-goin" to the show, be you, Amos?" said Jethro.
"Yes, I be," answered Amos, bitterly. "I hain"t agoin" nigh the house to-night." And with this declaration he departed.
"I wonder if he really is going?" queried Mr. Merrill looking at the ceiling. And then he laughed.
"Why shouldn"t he go?" asked William Wetherell.
Mr. Merrill"s answer to this question was a wink, whereupon he, too, departed. And while Wetherell was pondering over the possible meaning of these words the Honorable Alva Hopkins entered, wreathed in smiles, and closed the door behind him.
"It"s all fixed," he said, taking a seat near Jethro in the window.
"S-seen your gal--Alvy--seen your gal?"
Mr. Hopkins gave a glance at Wetherell.
"Will don"t talk," said Jethro, and resumed his inspection through the lace curtains of what was going on in the street.
"Ca.s.sandry"s, got him to go," said Mr. Hopkins. "It"s all fixed, as sure as Sunday. If it misses fire, then I"ll never mention the governorship again. But if it don"t miss fire," and the Honorable Alva leaned over and put his hand on Jethro"s knee, "if it don"t miss fire, I get the nomination. Is that right?"
"Y-you"ve guessed it, Alvy."
"That"s all I want to know," declared the Honorable Alva; "when you say that much, you never go back on it. And, you can go ahead and give the orders, Jethro. I have to see that the boys get the tickets. Ca.s.sandry"s got a head on her shoulders, and she kind of wants to be governor, too."
He got as far as the door, when he turned and bestowed upon Jethro a glance of undoubted tribute. "You"ve done a good many smart things,"
said he, "but I guess you never beat this, and never will."
"H-hain"t done it yet, Alvy," answered Jethro, still looking out through the window curtains at the ever ganging groups of gentlemen in the street. These groups had a never ceasing interest for Jethro Ba.s.s.
Mr. Wetherell didn"t talk, but had he been the most incurable of gossips he felt that he could have done no damage to this mysterious affair, whatever it was. In a certain event, Mr. Hopkins was promised the governorship: so much was plain. And it was also evident that Miss Ca.s.sandra Hopkins was in some way to be instrumental. William Wetherell did not like to ask Jethro, but he thought a little of sounding Mr.
Merrill, and then he came to the conclusion that it would be wiser for him not to know.
"Er--Will," said Jethro, presently, "you know Heth Sutton--Speaker Heth Sutton?"
"Yes."
"Er--wouldn"t mind askin" him to step in and see me before the session--if he was comin" by--would you?"
"Certainly not."
"Er--if he was comin" by," said Jethro.
Mr. Wetherell found Mr. Speaker Sutton glued to a pillar in the rotunda below. He had some difficulty in breaking through the throng that pressed around him, and still more in attracting his attention, as Mr.
Sutton took no manner of notice of the customary form of placing one"s hand under his elbow and pressing gently up. Summoning up his courage, Mr. Wetherell tried the second method of seizing him by the b.u.t.tonhole.
He paused in his harangue, one hand uplifted, and turned and glanced at the storekeeper abstractedly.
"Mr. Ba.s.s asked me to tell you to drop into Number 7," said Wetherell, and added, remembering express instructions, "if you were going by."
Wetherell had not antic.i.p.ated the magical effect this usual message would have on Mr. Sutton, nor had he thought that so large and dignified a body would move so rapidly. Before the astonished gentlemen who had penned him could draw a breath, Mr. Sutton had reached the stairway and, was mounting it with an agility that did him credit. Five minutes later Wetherell saw the Speaker descending again, the usually impressive quality of his face slightly modified by the twitching of a smile.
Thus the day pa.s.sed, and the gentlemen of the Lovejoy and Duncan factions sat, as tight as ever in their seats, and the Truro Franchise bill still slumbered undisturbed in Mr. Chauncey Weed"s committee.
At supper there was a decided festal air about the dining room of the Pelican House, the little band of agricultural gentlemen who wished to have a session not being patrons of that exclusive hotel. Many of the Solons had sent home for their wives; that they might do the utmost justice to the Honorable Alva"s hospitality. Even Jethro, as he ate his crackers and milk, had a new coat with bright bra.s.s b.u.t.tons, and Cynthia, who wore a fresh gingham which Miss Sukey Kittredge of Coniston had helped to design, so far relented in deference to Jethro"s taste as to tie a red bow at her throat.
The middle table under the chandelier was the immediate firmament of Miss Ca.s.sandra Hopkins. And there, beside the future governor, sat the president of the "Northwestern" Railroad, Mr. Lovejoy, as the chief of the revolving satellites. People began to say that Mr. Lovejoy was hooked at last, now that he had lost his head in such an unaccountable fashion as to pay his court in public; and it was very generally known that he was to make one of the Honorable Alva"s immediate party at the performance of "Uncle Tam"s Cabin."
Mr. Speaker Sutton, of course, would have to forego the pleasure of the theatre as a penalty of his high position. Mr. Merrill, who sat at Jethro"s table next to Cynthia that evening, did a great deal of joking with the Honorable Heth about having to preside aver a woodchuck session, which the Speaker, so Mr. Wetherell thought, took in astonishingly good part, and seemed very willing to make the great sacrifice which his duty required of him.
After supper Mr. Wetherell took a seat in the rotunda. As an observer of human nature, he had begun to find a fascination in watching the group of politicians there. First of all he encountered Mr. Amos Cuthbert, his little coal-black eyes burning brightly, and he was looking very irritable indeed.
"So you"re going to the show, Amos?" remarked the storekeeper, with an attempt at cordiality.
To his bewilderment, Amos turned upon him fiercely.
"Who said I was going to the show?" he snapped.
"You yourself told me."
"You"d ought to know whether I"m a-goin" or not," said Amos, and walked away.