"Cap"n," he said, "you ain"t met Mr. Atkins yet. When you do, you"ll feel same as the rest of us. He"s comin" home next week; then you"ll see."
A part at least of Mr. Simpson"s prophecy proved true. The Honorable Atkins did come to Bayport the following week, accompanied by his little daughter Alicia, the housekeeper, and the Atkins servants. The Honorable and his daughter had been, since the adjournment of Congress, on a pleasure trip to the Yosemite and Yellowstone Park, and now they were to remain in the mansion on the hill for some time. The big house was opened, the stone urns burst into refulgent bloom, the iron dogs were refreshed with a coat of black paint, and the big iron gate was swung wide. Bayport sat up and took notice. Angeline Phinney was in her glory.
The meeting between Captain Cy and Mr. Atkins took place the morning after the latter"s return. The captain and his two chums had been inspecting the progress made by the carpenters and were leaning over the new fence, then just erected, but not yet painted. Down the gravel walk of the mansion across the road came strolling its owner, silk-hatted, side-whiskered, benignant.
"G.o.dfrey!" exclaimed Asaph. "There"s Heman. See him, Whit?"
"Yup, I see him. Seems to be headin" this way."
"I--I do believe he"s comin" across," whispered Mr. Bangs. "Yes, he is.
He"s real everyday, Cy. HE won"t mind if you ain"t dressed up."
"Won"t he? That"s comfortin". Well, I"ll do the best I can without stimulants, as the doctor says. If you hear my knees rattle just nudge me, will you, Bailey?"
Mr. Tidditt removed his hat. Bailey touched his. Captain Cy looked provokingly indifferent; he even whistled.
"Good mornin", Mr. Atkins," hailed the town clerk, raising his voice because of the whistle. "I"m proud to see you back among us, sir. Hope you and Alicia had a nice time out West. How is she--pretty smart?"
Mr. Atkins smiled a bland, congressional smile. He approached the group by the fence and extended his hand.
"Ah, Asaph!" he said; "it is you then? I thought so. And Bailey, too. It is certainly delightful to see you both again. Yes, my daughter is well, I thank you. She, like her father, is glad to be back in the old home nest after the round of hotel life and gayety which we have--er--recently undergone. Yes."
"Mr. Atkins," said Bailey, glancing nervously at Captain Cy, who had stopped whistling and was regarding the Atkins hat and whiskers with an interested air, "I want to make you acquainted with your new neighbor.
You used to know him when you was a boy, but--but--er--Mr. Atkins, this is Captain Cyrus Whittaker. Cy, this is Congressman Atkins. You"ve heard us speak of him."
The great man started.
"Is it possible!" he exclaimed. "Is it possible that this is really my old playmate Cyrus Whittaker?"
"Yup," replied the captain calmly. "How are you, Heman? Fatter"n you used to be, ain"t you? Washin"ton must agree with you."
Bailey and Asaph were scandalized. Mr. Atkins himself seemed a trifle taken aback. Comments on his personal appearance were not usual in Bayport. But he rallied bravely.
"Well, well!" he cried. "Cyrus, I am delighted to welcome you back among us. I should scarcely have known you. You are older--yes, much older."
"Well, forty year more or less, added to what you started with, is apt to make a feller some older. Don"t need any Normal School graduate to do that sum for us. I"m within seven or eight year of bein" as old as you are, Heman, and that"s too antique to be sold for veal."
Mr. Atkins changed the subject.
"I had heard of your return, Cyrus," he said. "It gave me much pleasure to learn that you were rebuilding and--er--renovating the--er--the ancestral--er--"
"The old home nest? Yup, I"m puttin" back a few feathers. Old birds like to roost comf"table. You"ve got a fairly roomy coop yourself."
"Hum! Isn"t it--er--I should suppose you would find it rather expensive.
Can you--do you--"
"Yes, I can afford it, thank you. Maybe there"ll be enough left in the stockin" to buy a few knickknacks for the yard. You can"t tell."
The captain glanced at the iron dogs guarding the Atkins gate. His tone was rather sharp.
"Yes, yes, certainly; certainly; of course. It gives me much pleasure to have you as a neighbor. I have always felt a fondness for the old place, even when you allowed it--even when it was most--er--run down, if you"ll excuse the term. I always felt a liking for it and--"
"Yes," was the significant interruption. "I judged you must have, from what I heard."
This was steering dangerously close to the selectmen and the contemplated "sale for taxes." The town clerk broke in nervously.
"Mr. Atkins," he said, "there"s been consider"ble talk in town about who"s to be teacher downstairs this comin" year. We"ve sort of chawed it over among us, but naturally we wanted your opinion. What do you think?
I"m kind of leanin" toward the Dawes woman, myself."
The Congressman cleared his throat.
"Far be it from me," he said, "to speak except as a mere member of our little community, an ordinary member, but, AS such a member, with the welfare of my birthplace very near and dear to me, I confess that I am inclined to favor a modern teacher, one educated and trained in the inst.i.tution provided for the purpose by our great commonwealth.
The Dawes--er--person is undoubtedly worthy and capable in her way, but--well--er--we know that Wellmouth is not Bayport."
The reference to "our great commonwealth" had been given in the voice and the manner wont to thrill us at our Fourth-of-July celebrations and October "rallies." Two of his hearers, at least, were visibly impressed.
Asaph looked somewhat crestfallen, but he surrendered gracefully to superior wisdom.
"That"s so," he said. "That"s so, ain"t it, Cy? I hadn"t thought of that."
"What"s so?" asked the captain.
"Why--why, that Wellmouth ain"t Bayport."
"No doubt of it. They"re twenty miles apart."
"Yes. Well, I"m glad to hear you put it so conclusive, Mr. Atkins. I can see now that Phoebe wouldn"t do. Hum! Yes."
Mr. Atkins b.u.t.toned the frock coat and turned to go.
"Good day, gentlemen," he said. "Cyrus, permit me once more to welcome you heartily to our village. We--my daughter and myself--will probably remain at home until the fall. I trust you will be a frequent caller.
Run in on us at any time. Pray do not stand upon ceremony."
"No," said Captain Cy shortly, "I won"t."
"That"s right. That"s right. Good morning."
He walked briskly down the hill. The trio gazed after him.
"Well," sighed Mr. Tidditt. "That"s settled. And it"s a comfort to know "tis settled. Still I did kind of want Phoebe Dawes; but of course Heman knows best."
"Course he knows best!" snapped Bailey. "Ain"t he the biggest gun in this county, pretty nigh? I"d like to know who is if he ain"t. The committee "ll call the Normal School girl now, and a good thing, too."
Captain Cy was still gazing at the dignified form of the "biggest gun in the county."
"Let"s see," he asked. "Who"s on the school committee? Eben Salters, of course, and--"
"Yes. Eben"s chairman and he"ll vote Phoebe, anyhow; he"s that pig-headed that n.o.body--not even a United States Representative--could change him. But Darius Ellis "ll be for Heman"s way and so "ll Lemuel Myrick.
"Lemuel Myrick? Lem Myrick, the painter?"