"You?" repeated the pair in concert. "YOU?"
"Yes, me. I ain"t a Solomon for wisdom, but I cal"late I"d be as near the top of the barrel as Darius Ellis, and only one or two layers under Eben Salters or "Lonzo Snow. I"m a candidate--see?"
"But--but, Whit," gasped the town clerk, "are you popular enough? Could you get elected?"
"I don"t know, but I can find out. You and Bailey "ll vote for me, won"t you?"
"Course we will, but--"
"All right. There"s two votes. A hundred and odd more"ll put me in.
Here goes for politics and popularity. I may be president yet; you can"t tell. And say! this town meetin" won"t be DULL, whichever way the cat jumps."
This last was a safe prophecy. All dullness disappeared from Bayport the moment it became known that Captain Cyrus Whittaker was "out" for the school committee. The captain began his electioneering at once. That very afternoon he called upon three people--Eben Salters, Josiah Dimick, and Lemuel Myrick.
Captain Salters was chairman of selectmen as well as chairman of the committee. He was a hard-headed old salt, who had made money in the Australian packet service. He had common sense, independence, and considerable influence in the town. Next to Congressman Atkins he was, perhaps, our leading citizen. And, more than all, he was not afraid, when he thought it necessary, to oppose the great Heman.
"Well," he said reflectively, after listening to Captain Cy"s brief statement of his candidacy, "I cal"late I"ll stand in with you, Cy. I ain"t got anything against "Lonzo, but--but--well, consarn it! maybe that"s the trouble. Maybe he"s so darned good it makes me jealous.
Anyhow, I"ll do what I can for you."
Joe Dimick laughed aloud. He was an iconoclast, seldom went to church, and was entirely lacking in reverence. Also he really liked the captain.
"Ho, ho!" he crowed. "Whit, do you realize that you"re underminin" this town"s const.i.tution? Oh, sartin, I"m with you, if it"s only to see the fur fly! I do love a sc.r.a.p."
With Lem Myrick Captain Cy"s policy was different. He gently reminded that gentleman of the painting contract, intimated that other favors might be forthcoming, and then, as a clincher, spoke of Tad Simpson"s comment when Mr. Myrick voted for Phoebe Dawes.
"Of course," he added, "if you think Tad"s got a right to boss all hands and the cook, why, I ain"t complainin". Only, if _I_ was a painter doin"
a good, high-cla.s.s trade, and a one-hoss barber tried to dictate to me, I shouldn"t bow down and tell him to kick easy as he could. Seems to me I"d kick first. But I"M no boss; I mustn"t influence you."
Lemuel was indignant.
"No barber runs me," he declared. "You stand up for me when that townhall paintin"s to be done and I"ll work hard for you now, Cap"n Whittaker. "Lonzo Snow"s an elder and all that, but I can"t help it.
Anyway, his place was all fixed up a year ago and I didn"t get the job.
A feller has to look after himself these days."
With these division commanders to lead their forces into the enemy"s country and with Asaph and Bailey doing what they could to help, Captain Cy"s campaign soon became worthy of respectful consideration. For a while Tad Simpson scoffed at the opposition; then he began to work openly for Mr. Snow. Later he marshaled his trusted officers around the pool table in the back room of the barber shop and confided to them that it was anybody"s fight and that he was worried.
"It"s past bein" a joke," he said. "It"s mighty serious. We"ve got to hustle, we have. Heman trusted me in this job, and if I fall down it "ll be bad for me and for you fellers, too. I wish he was home to run things himself, but he"s got business down South there--some property he owns or somethin"--and says he can"t leave. But we must win! By mighty! we"ve GOT to. So get every vote you can. Never mind how; just get "em, that"s all."
Captain Cy was thoroughly enjoying himself. The struggle suited him to perfection. He was young, in spite of his fifty-five years, and this tussle against odds, reminding him of other tussles during his first seasons in business, aroused his energies and, as he expressed it, "stirred up his vitals and made him hop round like a dose of "pain killer.""
He did not, however, forget Bos"n. He and she had their walks and their pleasant evenings together in spite of politics. He took the child into his confidence and told her of the daily gain, or loss, in votes, as if she were his own age. She understood a little of all this, and tried hard to understand the rest, preaching between times to Georgianna how "the bad men were trying to beat Uncle Cyrus because he was gooder than they, but they couldn"t, "cause everybody loved him so." Georgianna had some doubts, but she kept them to herself.
Among the things in Bos"n"s "box" was a long envelope, sealed with wax and with a lawyer"s name printed in one corner. The captain opened it, at Emily"s suggestion, and was astonished to find that the inclosure was a will, dated some years back, in which Mrs. Mary Thomas, the child"s mother, left to her daughter all her personal property and also the land in Orham, Ma.s.sachusetts, which had been willed to her by her own mother.
There was a note with the will in which Mrs. Thomas stated that no one save herself had known of this land, not even her husband. She had not told him because she feared that, like everything else, it would be sold and the money wasted in dissipation. "He suspected something of the sort," she added, "but he did not find out the secret, although he--"
She had evidently scratched out what followed, but Captain Cy mentally filled in the blank with details of abuse and cruelty. "If anything happens to me," concluded the widow, "I want the land sold and the money used for Emily"s maintenance as long as it lasts."
The captain went over to Orham and looked up the land. It was a strip along the sh.o.r.e, almost worthless, and unsalable at present. The taxes had been regularly paid each year by Mary Thomas, who had sent money orders from Concord. The self-denial represented by these orders was not a little.
"Never mind, Bos"n," said Captain Cy, when he returned from the Orham trip. "Your ancestral estates ain"t much now but a sand-flea menagerie.
However, if this section ever does get to be the big summer resort folks are prophesying for it, you may sell out to some millionaire and you and me"ll go to Europe. Meantime, we"ll try to keep afloat, if the Harniss Bank don"t spring a leak."
On the day following this conversation he took a flying trip to Ostable, the county seat, returning the same evening, and saying nothing to anyone about his reasons for going nor what he had done while there.
Bos"n"s birthday was the eighteenth of November. The captain, in spite of the warmth of his struggle for committee honors, determined to have a small celebration on the afternoon and evening of that day. It was to be a surprise for Emily, and, after school was over, some of her particular friends among the scholars were to come in, there was to be a cake with eight candles on it, and a supper at which ice cream--lemon and vanilla, prepared by Mrs. Cahoon--was to be the princ.i.p.al feature. Also there would be games and all sorts of fun.
Captain Cy was tremendously interested in the party. He spent hours with Georgianna and the Board of Strategy, preparing the list of guests.
His cunning in ascertaining from the unsuspecting child who, among her schoolmates, she would like to invite, was deep and guileful.
"Now, Bos"n," he would say, "suppose you was goin" to clear out and leave this town for a spell, who--"
"But, Uncle Cyrus--" Bos"n"s eyes grew frightened and moist in a moment, "I ain"t going, am I? I don"t want to go."
"No, no! Course you ain"t goin"--that is, not for a long while, anyhow,"
with a sidelong look at the members of the "Board," then present. "But just suppose you and me was startin" on that Europe trip. Who"d you want to say good-by to most of all?"
Each name given by the child was surrept.i.tiously penciled by Bailey on a sc.r.a.p of paper. The list was a long one and, when the great afternoon came, the Whittaker house was crowded.
The supper was a brilliant success. So was the cake, brought in with candles ablaze, by the grinning Georgianna. Beside the children there were some older people present, Bailey and Asaph, of course, and the "regulars" from the perfect boarding house, who had been invited because it was fairly certain that Mr. Bangs wouldn"t be allowed to attend if his wife did not. Miss Dawes had also been asked, at Bos"n"s well-understood partiality, but she had declined.
Toward the end of the meal, when the hilarity at the long table was at its height, an unexpected guest made his appearance. There was a knock at the dining-room door, and Georgianna, opening it, was petrified to behold, standing upon the step, no less a personage than the Honorable Heman Atkins, supposed by most of us to be then somewhere in that wide stretch of territory vaguely termed "the South."
"Good evening, all," said the ill.u.s.trious one, removing his silk hat and stepping into the room. "What a charming scene! I trust I do not intrude."
Georgianna was still speechless, in which unwonted condition she was not alone, Messrs. Bangs and Tidditt being also stricken dumb. But Captain Cy rose to the occasion grandly.
"Intrude?" he repeated. "Not a mite of it! Mighty glad to see you, Heman. Here, give us your hat. Pull up to the table. When did you get back? Thought you was in the orange groves somewheres."
"Ahem! I was. Yes, I was in that neighborhood. But it is hard to stay away from dear old Bayport. Home ties, you know, home ties. I came down on the morning train, but I stopped over at Harniss on business and drove across. Ahem! Yes. The housekeeper informed me that my daughter was here, and, seeing the lights and hearing the laughter, I couldn"t resist making this impromptu call. I"m sure as an old friend and neighbor, Cyrus, you will pardon me. Alicia, darling, come and kiss papa."
Darling Alicia accepted the invitation with a rustle of silk and an ecstatic squeal of delight. During this affecting scene Asaph whispered to Bailey that he "cal"lated" Heman had had a hurry-up distress signal from Simpson; to which sage observation Mr. Bangs replied with a vigorous nod, showing that Captain Cy"s example had had its effect, in that they no longer stood in such awe of their representative at Washington.
However true Asaph"s calculation might have been, Mr. Atkins made no mention of politics. He was urbanity itself. He drew up to the table, partook of the ice cream and cake, and greeted his friends and neighbors with charming benignity.
"Wan"t it sweet of him to come?" whispered Miss Phinney to Keturah.
"And him so nice and everyday and sociable. And when Cap"n Whittaker"s runnin" against his friend, as you might say."
Keturah replied with a dubious shake of the head.
"I think Captain Cyrus is goin" to get into trouble," she said. "I"ve preached to Bailey more "n a little about keepin" clear, but he won"t."
"Games in t"other room now," ordered Captain Cy. But Mr. Atkins held up his hand.
"Pardon me, just a moment, Cyrus, if you please," he said. "I feel that on this happy occasion, it is my duty and pleasure to propose a toast."
He held his lemonade gla.s.s aloft. "Permit me," he proclaimed, "to wish many happy birthdays and long life to Miss--I beg pardon, Cyrus, but what is your little friend"s name?"
"Emily Richards Thayer," replied the captain, carried away by enthusiasm and off his guard for once.
"To Em--" began Heman. Then he paused and for the first time in his public life seemed at a loss for words. "What?" he asked, and his hand shook. "I fear I didn"t catch the name."