So that ended it, and ended also what had been a happy period for Sears Kendrick. He made no more informal daily visits to the Fair Harbor.
Twice a week, at stated times, he and Elizabeth met in the office and conferred concerning bills, letters and accounts. She was calm and impersonal during these interviews, and he tried to be so. There was no reference to other matters and no more cheerful and delightful chats, no more confidences between them. It did seem to him that she was more absent-minded, less alert and attentive to the business details than she had been, and at times he thought that she looked troubled and careworn.
Perhaps, however, this was but his imagining, a sort of reflection of his own misery. For he was miserable--miserable, pessimistic and pretty thoroughly disgusted with life. His health and strength were gaining always, but he found little consolation in this. He could not go to sea just yet. He had promised Judge Knowles to stick it out and stick he would. But he longed--oh, how he longed!--for the blue water and a deck beneath his feet. Perhaps, a thousand miles from land, with a gale blowing and a ship to handle, as a real deep-sea skipper he could forget--forget a face and a voice and a succession of silly fancies which could not, apparently, be wholly forgotten by the middle-aged skipper of an old women"s home.
One morning, after a troubled night, on his way to a conference with Elizabeth at the Fair Harbor office, he met Mr. Egbert Phillips. The latter, serene, benign, elegant, was entering at the gateway beneath the swinging sign which proclaimed to the other world that within the Harbor all was peace. Of late Captain Kendrick had found a certain flavor of irony in the wording of that sign.
Kendrick and Phillips reached the gate at the same moment. They exchanged good mornings. Egbert"s was sweetly and condescendingly gracious, the captain"s rather short and brusque. Since the encounter in the office where, in the presence of Elizabeth, Phillips" polite inuendoes had goaded Sears into an indiscreet revelation of his real feeling toward the elegant widower--since that day relations between the two had been maintained on a basis of armed neutrality. They bowed, they smiled, they even spoke, although seldom at length. Kendrick had made up his mind not to lose his temper again. His adversary should not have that advantage over him.
But this morning to save his life he could not have appeared as unruffled as usual. The night had been uncomfortable, his waking thoughts disturbing. His position was a hard one, he was feeling rebellious against Fate and even against Judge Knowles, who, as Fate"s agent, had gotten him into that position. And the sight of the tall figure, genteelly swinging its cane and beaming patronage upon the world in general, was a little too much for him. So his good morning was more of a grunt than a greeting.
It may be that Egbert noticed this. Or it may be that with his triumph so closely approaching a certainty he could not resist a slight gloat.
At all events he paused for an instant, a demure gleam in his eye and the corner of his lip beneath the drooping mustache lifting in an amused smile.
"A beautiful day, Captain," he said.
Kendrick admitted the day"s beauty. He would have pa.s.sed through the gateway, but Mr. Phillips" figure and Mr. Phillips" cane blocked the way.
"It seems to me that we do not see as much of you here at the Harbor as we used, Captain Kendrick," observed Egbert. "Or is that my fancy merely?"
The captain"s answer was noncommittal. Again he attempted to pa.s.s and again the Phillips" walking-stick casually prevented.
"I trust that nothing serious has occurred to deprive us of your society, Captain?" queried the owner of the stick, solicitously. "No accident, no further accident, or anything of that sort?"
"No."
"And you are quite well? Pardon me, but I fancied that you looked--ah--shall I say disturbed--or worried, perhaps?"
"No. I"m all right."
"I am so glad to hear it. I gathered--that is, I feared that perhaps the cares incidental to your--" again the slight smile--"your labors as general supervisor of the Harbor might be undermining your health. I am charmed to have you tell me that that is not the case."
"Thanks."
"Of course--" Mr. Phillips drew a geometrical figure with the cane in the earth of the flower bed by the path--"of course," he said, "speaking as one who has had some sad experience with illness and that sort of thing, it has always seemed to me that one should not take chances with one"s health. If the cares of a particular avocation--situation--position--whatever it may be--if the cares and--ah--disappointments incidental to it are affecting one"s physical condition it has always seemed to me wiser to sacrifice the first for the second. And make the sacrifice in time. You see what I mean?"
Kendrick, standing by the post of the gateway, looked at him.
"Why, no," he said, slowly, "I don"t know that I do. What do you mean?"
The cane was drawn through the first figure in the flower bed and began to trace another. Again Mr. Phillips smiled.
"Why, nothing in particular, my dear sir," he replied. "Perhaps nothing at all.... I had heard--mere rumor, no doubt--that you contemplated giving up your position as superintendent here. I trust it is not true?"
"It isn"t."
"I am delighted to hear you say so. We--we of the Harbor--should miss you greatly."
"Thanks. Do you mind telling me who told you I was goin" to give up the superintendent"s position?"
"Why, I don"t remember. It came to my ears, it seemed to be a sort of general impression. Of course, now that you tell me it is not true I shall take pains to deny it. And permit me to express my gratification."
"Just a minute. Did they say--did this general impression say why I was givin" up the job?"
"No-o, no, I think not. I believe it was hinted that you were not well and--perhaps somewhat tired--a little discouraged--that sort of thing.
As I say, it was mere rumor."
Sears smiled now--that is, his lips smiled, his eyes were grave enough.
"Well," he observed, deliberately, "if you have a chance, Mr. Phillips, you can tell those mere rumorers that I"m not tired at all. My health is better than it has been for months. So far from bein" discouraged, you can tell "em that--well, you know what Commodore Paul Jones told the British cap"n who asked him to surrender; he told him that he had just begun to fight. That"s the way it is with me, Mr. Phillips, I"ve just begun to fight."
The cane was lifted from the flower bed. Egbert nodded in polite appreciation.
"Really?" he said. "How interesting, Captain!"
Kendrick nodded, also. "Yes, isn"t it?" he agreed. "Were you goin" into the Harbor, Phillips? So am I. We"ll walk along together."
But that night he went to his bed in better spirits. Egbert"s little dig had been the very thing he needed, and now he knew it. He had been discouraged; in spite of his declaration in his letter to Elizabeth Berry, he had wished that it were possible to run away from the Fair Harbor and everything connected with it. But now--now he had no wish of that kind. If Judge Knowles could rise from the grave and bid him quit he would not do it.
Quit? Not much! Like Paul Jones, he had just begun to fight.
CHAPTER XV
But there was so little that was tangible to fight, that was the trouble. If Mr. Egbert Phillips was the villain of the piece he was such a light and airy villain that it was hard to take him seriously enough.
Even when Kendrick was most thoroughly angry with him and most completely convinced that he was responsible for all his own troubles, including the loss of Elizabeth Berry"s friendship--even then he found it hard to sit down and deliberately plan a campaign against him. It seemed like campaigning against a b.u.t.terfly. The captain disliked him extremely, but he never felt a desire to knock him down. To kick him--yes. Perhaps to thump the beaver hat over his eyes and help him down the brick path of the Harbor with the judicious application of a boot, grinning broadly during the process--that was Sears Kendrick"s idea of a fitting treatment for King Egbert the Great.
The captain had done his share of fighting during an adventurous lifetime, but his opponents had always been men. Somehow Phillips did not seem to him like a man. A creature so very ornamental, with so much flourish, so superlatively elegant, so overwhelmingly correct, so altogether and all the time the teacher of singing school or dancing school--how could one seriously set about fighting such a bundle of fluff? A feather-duster seemed a more fitting weapon than a shotgun.
But the fluff was flying high and in the sunshine and was already far out of reach of the duster. Soon it would be out of reach of the shotgun. Unless the fight was made serious and deadly at once there would be none at all. Unless having already lost about all that made life worth living, Sears Kendrick wished to be driven from Bayport in inglorious rout, he had better campaign in earnest. Pa.s.sive resistance must end.
As a beginning he questioned Judah once more concerning Phillips"
standing in the community. It was unchanged, so Judah said. He was quite as popular, still the brave and uncomplaining martyr, always the idol of the women and a large proportion of the men.
"Did you hear about him down to the Orthodox church fair last week?"
asked Mr. Cahoon. "You didn"t! Creepin"! I thought everybody aboard had heard about that. Seems they"d sold about everything there was to sell, but of course there was a few things left, same as there always is, and amongst "em was a patchwork comforter that old Mrs. Jarvis--Capn"
Azariah Jarvis"s second wife she was--you remember Cap"n Azariah, don"t ye, Cap"n Sears? He was the one that used to swear so like fury. Didn"t mean nothin" by it, just a habit "twas, same as usin" tobacco or rum is with some folks. Didn"t know when---- Eh? Oh, yes, about that comforter.
Why, old Mrs. Jarvis she made it for the fair and it wan"t sold. "Twas one of them log-cabin quilts, you know. I don"t know why they call "em log cabins, they don"t look no more like a log cabin than my head does.
I cal"late they have to call "em somethin" so"s to tell "em from the risin" sun quilts and the mornin"-glory quilts and--and the Lord-knows-what quilts. The womenfolks make mo-ore kinds of them quilts and comforters, seems so, than----
"Eh? Oh, yes, I"m beatin" up to Egbert, Cap"n Sears; I"ll be alongside him in a minute, give me steerage way. Well, the log-cabin quilt wan"t sold and they wanted to sell it, partly because old Mrs. Jarvis would feel bad if n.o.body bought it, and partly because the meetin"-house folks would feel worse if any money got away from "em at a fair. So Mr. Dishup he says, "We"ll auction of it off," he says, "and our honored and beloved friend, Mr. Phillips, will maybe so be kind enough to act as auctioneer." So Eg, he got up and apologized for bein" chose, and went on to say what a all-"round no-good auctioneer he"d be but how he couldn"t say no to the folks of the church where his dear diseased wife had worshiped so long, and then he started in to sell that comforter.
Did he _sell_ it? Why, creepin", crawlin", hoppin" ... Cap"n Sears, he could have sold a shipload of them log-cabins if he"d had "em handy. He held the thing up in front of "em, so they tell me, and he just praised it up same as John B. Gough praises up cold water at a temp"rance lecture. He told how the old woman had worked over it, and set up nights over it, and got her nerves all into a t.i.tter and her finger ends all rags, as you might say, and how she had done it just to do somethin" for the meetin"-house she thought so much of, the church that her loved and lost husband used to come to so reg"lar. _That_ was all fiddlesticks, "cause Cap"n Az never went to church except for the six weeks after he was married, and pretty scattern" "long the last three of _them_.
"Well, he hadn"t talked that way very long afore he had that whole vestry as damp as a fishin" schooner"s deck in a Banks fog. All hands--even the men that had been spendin" money for the fair things, tidies and ap.r.o.ns and splint work picture-frames and such, even they was cryin". And then old Mrs. Jarvis--and she was cryin", too--she went and whispered to the minister and he whispered to Phillips and Phillips, he says: "Ladies and gentlemen," he says, "I have just learned that a part of this quilt was made from a suit of clothes worn by Cap"n Jarvis on his last v"yage," he says. "_Just_ think of it," says he, "this blue strip here is a part of the coat worn by him as he trod the deck of his ship homeward bound--bound home to his wife, bound home to die."