"Then take it, take it," said Jethro, pushing the bill into the man"s palm; "but don"t you come back to-night--don"t you come back to-night."
The amazed leader stared at Jethro--and words failed him. There was something about this man that compelled him to obey, and he gathered up his followers and led the way silently out of the hotel. Roars of laughter and applause arose on all sides; but Jethro was as one who heard them not as he made his way back to his seat again.
"You did a good job, my friend," said Mr. Beard, approvingly. "I"m going to take Eph Prescott down the street to see some of the boys. Won"t you come, too?"
Mr. Beard doubtless accepted it as one of the man"s eccentricities that Jethro did not respond to him, for without more ado he departed arm in arm with Ephraim. Jethro was looking at Cynthia, who was staring toward the desk at the other end of the corridor, her face flushed, and her fingers closed over the arms of her chair. It never occurred to Jethro that she might have been embarra.s.sed.
"W-what"s the matter, Cynthy?" he asked, sinking into the chair beside her.
Her breath caught sharply, but she tried to smile at him. He did not discover what was the matter until long afterward, when he recalled that evening to mind. Jethro was a man used to hotel corridors, used to sitting in an att.i.tude that led the unsuspecting to believe he was half asleep; but no person of note could come or go whom he did not remember.
He had seen the distinguished party arrive at the desk, preceded by a host of bell-boys with shawls and luggage. On the other hand, some of the distinguished party had watched the proceeding of paying off the band with no little amus.e.m.e.nt. Miss Janet Duncan had giggled audibly, her mother had smiled, while her father and Mr. Worthington had pretended to be deeply occupied with the hotel register. Somers was not there. Bob Worthington laughed heartily with the rest until his eye, travelling down the line of Jethro"s progress, fell on Cynthia, and now he was striding across the floor toward them. And even in the horrible confusion of that moment Cynthia had a vagrant thought that his clothes had an enviable cut and became him remarkably.
"Well, of all things, to find you here!" he cried; "this is the best luck that ever happened. I am glad to see you. I was going to steal away to Brampton for a couple of days before the term opened, and I meant to look you up there. And Mr. Ba.s.s," said Bob, turning to Jethro, "I"m glad to see you too."
Jethro looked at the young man and smiled and held out his hand. It was evident that Bob was blissfully unaware that hostilities between powers of no mean magnitude were about to begin; that the generals themselves were on the ground, and that he was holding treasonable parley with the enemy. The situation appealed to Jethro, especially as he glanced at the backs of the two gentlemen facing the desk. These backs seemed to him full of expression. "Th-thank you, Bob, th-thank you," he answered.
"I like the way you fixed that band," said Bob; "I haven"t laughed as much for a year. You hate music, don"t you? I hope you"ll forgive that awful noise we made outside of your house last July, Mr. Ba.s.s."
"You--you make that noise, Bob, you--you make that?"
"Well," said Bob, "I"m afraid I did most of it. There was another fellow that helped some and played the guitar. It was pretty bad," he added, with a side glance at Cynthia, "but it was meant for a compliment."
"Oh," said she, "it was meant for a compliment, was it?"
"Of course," he answered, glad of the opportunity to turn his attention entirely to her. "I was for slipping away right after supper, but my father headed us off."
"Slipping away?" repeated Cynthia.
"You see, he had a kind of a reception and fireworks afterward. We didn"t get away till after nine, and then I thought I"d have a lecture when I got home."
"Did you?" asked Cynthia.
"No," said Bob, "he didn"t know where I"d been."
Cynthia felt the blood rush to her temples, but by habit and instinct she knew when to restrain herself.
"Would it have made any difference to him where you had been?" she asked calmly enough.
Bob had a presentiment that he was on dangerous ground. This new and self-possessed Cynthia was an enigma to him--certainly a fascinating enigma.
"My father world have thought I was a fool to go off serenading," he answered, flushing. Bob did not like a lie; he knew that his father would have been angry if he had heard he had gone to Coniston; he felt, in the small of his back, that his father was angry mow, and guessed the reason.
She regarded him gravely as he spoke, and then her eyes left his face and became fixed upon an object at the far end of the corridor. Bob turned in time to see Janet Duncan swing on her heel and follow her mother up the stairs. He struggled to find words to tide over what he felt was an awkward moment.
"We"ve had a fine trip;" he said, "though I should much rather have stayed at home. The West is a wonderful country, with its canons and mountains and great stretches of plain. My father met us in Chicago, and we came here. I don"t know why, because Washington"s dead at this time of the year. I suppose it must be on account of politics." Looking at Jethro with a sudden inspiration, "I hadn"t thought of that."
Jethro had betrayed no interest in the conversation. He was seated, as usual, on the small of his back. But he saw a young man of short stature, with a freckled face and close-cropped, curly red hair, come into the corridor by another entrance; he saw Isaac D. Worthington draw him aside and speak to him, and he saw the young man coming towards them.
"How do you do, Miss Wetherell?" cried the young man joyously, while still ten feet away, "I"m awfully glad to see you, upon my word; I am.
How long are you going to be in Washington?"
"I don"t know, Mr. Duncan," answered Cynthia.
"Did Worthy know you were here?" demanded Mr. Duncan, suspiciously.
"He did when he saw me," said Cynthia, smiling.
"Not till then?" asked Mr. Duncan. "Say, Worthy; your father wants to see you right away. I"m going to be in Washington a day or two--will you go walking with me to-morrow morning, Miss Wetherell?"
"She"s going walking with me," said Bob, not in the best of tempers.
"Then I"ll go along," said Mr. Duncan, promptly.
By this time Cynthia got up and was holding out her hand to Bob Worthington. "I"m not going walking with either of you," she said "I have another engagement. And I think I"ll have to say good night, because I"m very tired."
"When can I see you?" Both the young men asked the question at once.
"Oh, you"ll have plenty of chances," she answered, and was gone.
The young men looked at each other somewhat blankly; and then down at Jethro, who did not seem to know that they were there, and then they made their way toward the desk. But Isaac D. Worthington and his friends had disappeared.
A few minutes later the distinguished-looking senator with whom Jethro had been in conversation before supper entered the hotel. He seemed preoccupied, and heedless of the salutations he received; but when he caught sight of Jethro he crossed the corridor rapidly and sat down beside him. Jethro did not move. The corridor was deserted now, save for the two.
"Ba.s.s," began the senator, "what"s the row up in your state?"
"H-haven"t heard of any row," said Jethro.
"What did you come to Washington for?" demanded the senator, somewhat sharply.
"Er--vacation," said Jethro, "vacation--to show my gal, Cynthy, the capital."
"Now see here, Ba.s.s," said the senator, "I don"t forget what happened in "70. I don"t object to wading through a swarm of bees to get a little honey for a friend, but I think I"m ent.i.tled to know why he wants it."
"G-got the honey?" asked Jethro.
The senator took off his hat and wiped his brow, and then he stole a look at Jethro, with apparently barren results.
"Jethro," he said, "people say you run that state of yours right up to the handle. What"s all this trouble about a two-for-a-cent postmastership?"
"H-haven"t heard of any trouble," said Jethro.
"Well, there is trouble," said the senator, losing patience at last.
"When I told Grant you were here and mentioned that little Brampton matter to him,--it didn"t seem much to me,--the bees began to fly pretty thick, I can tell you. I saw right away that somebody had been stirring "em up. It looks to me, Jethro," said the senator gravely, "it looks to me as if you had something of a rebellion on your hands."
"W-what"d Grant say?" Jethro inquired.
"Well, he didn"t say a great deal--he isn"t much of a talker, you know, but what he did say was to the point. It seems that your man, Prescott, doesn"t come from Brampton, in the first place, and Grant says that while he likes soldiers, he hasn"t any use for the kind that want to lie down and make the government support "em. I"ll tell you what I found out. Worthington and Duncan wired the President this morning, and they"ve gone up to the White House now. They"ve got a lot of railroad interests back of them, and they"ve taken your friend Sutton into camp; but I managed to get the President to promise not to do anything until he saw you tomorrow afternoon at two."
Jethro sat silent so long that the senator began to think he wasn"t going to answer him at all. In his opinion, he had told Jethro some very grave facts.