"What in the world--" began Captain Cy. "Land sakes! look at the schoolhouse. And Simmons"s! And--and Simpson"s!"
The schoolhouse flag was flapping in the wind. The scarred wooden pillars of its portico were hidden with bunting. Simmons"s front displayed a row of little banners, each bearing a letter--the letters spelled "Welcome Home." Tad"s barber shop was more or less artistically wreathed in colored tissue paper. There, too, a flag was draped over the front door. Yet not a single person was in sight.
"For goodness" sake!" cried the bewildered captain. "What"s all this mean? And where is everybody. Have all hands--"
He stopped in the middle of the sentence. They were at the foot of Whittaker"s Hill. Its top, between the Atkins"s gate and the Whittaker fence, was black with people. Children pranced about the outskirts of the crowd. A shout came down the wind. The horses, not in the least fatigued by their long canter, trotted up the slope. The shouting grew louder. A wave of youngsters came racing to meet the equipage.
"What--what in time?" gasped Captain Cy. "What"s up? I--"
And then the town clerk seized him by the arm. Peabody shook his other hand. Bos"n threw her arms about his neck. Bailey stood up and waved his hat.
"It"s you, you old critter!" whooped Asaph. "It"s YOU, d"you understand?"
"The appropriation has gone through," explained the lawyer, "and this is the celebration in consequence. And you are the star attraction because, you see, everyone knows you are responsible for it."
"That"s what!" howled the excited Bangs. "And we"re goin" to show you what we think of you for doin" it. We"ve been plannin" this for over a fortni"t."
"And I knew it all the time," squealed Bos"n, "and I didn"t tell a word, did I?"
"Three cheers for Captain Whittaker!" bellowed a person in the crowd.
This person--wonder of wonders!--was Tad Simpson.
The cheering was, considering the size of the crowd, tremendous.
Bewildered and amazed, Captain Cy was a.s.sisted from the carriage and escorted to his front door. Amidst the handkerchief-waving, applauding people he saw Keturah Bangs and Alpheus Smalley and Angeline Phinney and Captain Salters--even Alonzo Snow, his recent opponent in town meeting.
Josiah Dimick was there, too, apparently having a fit.
On the doorstep stood Georgianna and--and--yes, it was true--beside her, grandly extending a welcoming hand, the majestic form of the Honorable Heman Atkins. Some one else was there also, some one who hurriedly slipped back into the crowd as the owner of the Cy Whittaker place came up the path between the hedges.
Mr. Atkins shook the captain"s hand and then, turning toward the people, held up his own for silence. To all outward appearance, he was still the great Heman, our district idol, philanthropist, and leader. His silk hat glistened as of old, his chest swelled in the old manner, his whiskers were just as dignified and awe-inspiring. For an instant, as he met the captain"s eye, his own faltered and fell, and there was a pleading expression in his face, the lines of which had deepened just a little.
But only for an instant; then he began to speak.
"Cyrus," he said, "it is my pleasant duty, on behalf of your neighbors and friends here a.s.sembled, to welcome you to your--er--ancestral home after your trying illness. I do it heartily, sincerely, gladly. And it is the more pleasing to me to perform this duty, because, as I have explained publicly to my fellow-townspeople, all disagreement between us is ended. I was wrong--again I publicly admit it. A scheming blackleg, posing in the guise of a loving father, imposed upon me. I am sorry for the trouble I have caused you. Of you and of the little girl with you I ask pardon--I entreat forgiveness."
He paused. Captain Cy, the shadow of a smile at the corner of his mouth, nodded, and said briefly:
"All right, Heman. I forgive you." Few heard him: the majority were applauding the congressman. Sylva.n.u.s Cahoon, whispering in the ear of "Uncle Bedny," expressed as his opinion that "that was about as magnaminious a thing as ever I heard said. Yes, sir!
mag-na-min-ious--that"s what _I_ call it."
"But," continued the great Atkins, "I have said all this to you before.
What I have to say now--what I left my duties in Washington expressly to come here and say--is that Bayport thanks you, _I_ thank you, for your tremendous a.s.sistance in obtaining the appropriation which is to make our harbor a busy port where our gallant fishing fleet may ride at anchor and unload its catch, instead of transferring it in dories as heretofore. Friends, I have already told you how this man"--laying a hand on the captain"s shoulder--"came to the Capital and used his influence among his acquaintances in high places, with the result that the thirty thousand dollars, which I had despaired of getting, was added to the bill. I had the pleasure of voting for that bill. It pa.s.sed. I am proud of that vote."
Tremendous applause. Then some one called for three cheers for Mr.
Atkins. They were given. But the recipient merely bowed.
"No, no," he said deprecatingly. "No, no! not for me, my friends, much as I appreciate your grat.i.tude. My days of public service are nearly at an end. As I have intimated to some of you already, I am seriously considering retiring from political life in the near future. But that is irrelevant; it is not material at present. To-day we meet, not to say farewell to the setting, but to greet the rising sun. _I_ call for three cheers for our committee of one--Captain Cyrus Whittaker."
When the uproar had at last subsided, there were demands for a speech from Captain Cy. But the captain, facing them, his arms about the delighted Bos"n, positively declined to orate.
"I--I"m ever so much obliged to you, folks," he stammered. "I am so. But you"ll have to excuse me from speechmaking. They--they didn"t teach it afore the mast, where I went to college. Thank you, just the same. And do come and see me, everybody. Me and this little girl," drawing Emily nearer to him, "will be real glad to have you."
After the handshaking and congratulating were over, the crowd dispersed.
It was a great occasion; all agreed to that, but the majority considered it a divided triumph. The captain had done a lot for the town, of course, but the Honorable Atkins had made another splendid impression by his address of welcome. Most people thought it as fine as his memorable effort at town meeting. Unlike that one, however, in this instance it is safe to say that none, not even the adoring and praise-chanting Miss Phinney, derived quite the enjoyment from the congressman"s speech that Captain Cy did. It tickled his sense of humor.
"Ase," he observed irrelevantly when the five--Tidditt, Georgianna, Bailey, Bos"n, and himself were at last alone again in the sitting room, "it DON"T pay to tip over a monument, does it--not out in public, I mean. You wouldn"t want to see me blow up Bunker Hill, would you?"
"Blow up Bunker Hill!" repeated Asaph in alarmed amazement. "G.o.dfrey scissors! I believe you"re goin" loony. This day"s been too much for you. What are you talkin" about?"
"Oh, nothin"," with a quiet chuckle. "I was thinkin" out loud, that"s all. Did you ever notice them imitation stone pillars on Heman"s house?
They"re holler inside, but you"d never guess it. And, long as you do know they"re holler, you can keep a watch on "em. And there"s one thing sure," he added, "they ARE ornamental."
CHAPTER XXI
CAPTAIN CY"S "PICTURE"
"Wonder where Phoebe went to," remarked Mr. Tidditt, a little later. "I thought I saw her with Heman and Georgianna on the front steps when we drove up."
"She was there," affirmed the housekeeper. "She"d been helpin" me trim up the rooms here. What do you think of "em, Cap"n Cyrus? Ain"t they pretty?"
The sitting room and dining room were gay with evergreens and old-fashioned flowers. Our living room windows in the winter time are usually filled with carefully tended potted plants, and the neighbors had loaned their geraniums and fuchsias and heliotrope and begonias to brighten the Whittaker house for its owner"s return. Captain Cy, who was sitting in the rocker, with Bos"n on his knee, looked about him.
Now that the first burst of excitement was over, he seemed grave and preoccupied.
"They look mighty pretty, Georgianna," he said. "Fine enough. But what was that you just said? Did--"
"Yup," interrupted Miss Taylor, who had scarcely ceased talking since breakfast that morning. "Yes, "twas teacher that helped fix "em. Not that I wouldn"t have got along without her, but I had more to do than a little, cleanin" and scrubbin" up. So Phoebe she come in, and--Oh! yes, as I was sayin", she was out front with me, but the minute your carriage drove up with that lovely span--AIN"T that a fine span! I cal"late they"re--"
"What become of teacher?" broke in Bailey.
"Why, she run off somewheres. I didn"t see where she went to; I was too busy hollerin" at Cap"n Whittaker and noticin" that span. I bet you they made Angie Phinney"s eyes stick out. I guess she realizes that we in this house are some punkins now. If I don"t lord it over her when I run acrost her these days, then I miss my guess. I--"
"Belay!" ordered Captain Cy, his gravity more p.r.o.nounced than ever. "How does it happen that you--See here, Georgianna, did you tell Ph--er--Miss Dawes what I told you to tell her when I went away?"
"Why, yes, I told her. I hated to, dreadful, but I done it. She was awful set back at fust, but I guess she asked Mr. Tidditt--Where you goin", Mr. Tidditt?"
The town clerk, his face red, was on his way to the door.
"Asked Ase?" repeated the captain. "Ase, come here! Did you tell her anything?"
Asaph was very much embarra.s.sed.
"Well," he stammered, "I didn"t mean to, Cy, but she got to askin" me questions, and somehow or nother I did tell her about our confab, yours and mine. I told her that I knew folks was talkin", and I felt "twas my duty to tell you so. That"s why I done it, and I told her you said--well, you know what you said yourself, Cy."
Captain Cy was evidently much disturbed. He put Bos"n down, and rose to his feet.
"Well," he asked sharply, "what did she say?"
"Oh! she was white and still for a minute or two. Then she kind of stamped her foot and went off and left me. But next time she met me she was nice as pie. She"s been pretty frosty to Angie and the rest of "em, but she"s been always nice to Bailey and me. Why, when I asked her pardon, she said not at all, she was very glad to know the truth; it helped her to understand things. And you could see she meant it, too.