"Eh?... Oh, all right, Sarah. You can tell him, if you want to."
After she had gone he thought the matter over. Surely Mr. Egbert Phillips was a gentleman of ability along certain lines. His sister Sarah was a sensible woman, she was far far from being a susceptible sentimentalist. Yet she was already under the Phillips spell. Either Judge Knowles was right--very, very much right--or he was overwhelmingly wrong. If left to Bayport opinion as a jury there was no question concerning the verdict. Egbert would be triumphantly acquitted.
Sears, however, did not, at this time, spare much thought to the Phillips riddle. He had other, and, it seemed to him, more disturbing matters to deal with. The quarrel between Elizabeth Berry and young Kent was one of those, for he felt that, in a way, he was the cause of it.
George had, of course, behaved like a foolish boy and had been about as tactless as even a jealous youth could be, but there was always the chance that some one else had sowed the seeds of jealousy in his mind.
He determined to see Kent, explain, have a frank and friendly talk, and, if possible, set everything right--everything between the two young people, that is. But when, on his first short walk along the road, he happened to meet Kent, the latter paid no attention to his hail and strode past without speaking. Sears shouted after him, but the shout was unheeded.
Elizabeth was almost as contrary. When he attempted to lead the conversation to George, she would not follow. When he mentioned the young man"s name she changed the subject. At last when, his sense of guilt becoming too much for him, he began to defend Kent, she interrupted the defense.
"Cap"n Kendrick," she said, "I understand why you take his part. And it is like you to do it. But when you begin to blame yourself or me then I shan"t listen."
"Blame _you_! Why, Elizabeth, I had no idea of blamin" you. The whole thing is just a--a misunderstandin" between you and George, and I want to straighten it out, that"s all. If anybody is to blame I really think I am. I should have thought more about--about, what he calls appearances; that is, perhaps I should."
She lost patience. "Oh, do stop!" she cried. "You know you are talking nonsense."
"Well but, Elizabeth, I feel--wicked. I wouldn"t for the world be the cause of a break between you two. If that should happen because of me I couldn"t rest easy."
This conversation took place in the smaller sitting room of the Fair Harbor, the room which she and her mother used as a sort of office. She had been standing by the window looking out. Now she turned and faced him.
"Cap"n Kendrick," she asked, "just what do you mean by a "break" between George Kent and me? Are you under the impression that he and I were--were engaged?"
"Why--why, weren"t you?"
"No. Why should you think we were?"
"Well--why, there seemed to be a sort of general idea that--that you were. People--Bayport folks seemed to think--seemed to think----"
She stamped her foot. "They don"t think, most of them, they only talk,"
she declared. "_I_ certainly never said we were. And he didn"t either, did he?"
Kent had said that he and Elizabeth were engaged--practically--whatever that might mean. But the captain thought it wisest just then to forget.
"Why--no, I guess not," he answered.
"Of course he didn"t ... Cap"n Kendrick. I--oh, you might as well understand this clearly. I have known George for a long time. I liked him. For a time I thought--well I thought perhaps I liked him enough to--to like him a lot more But I was mistaken. He--he kept doing things that I didn"t like. Oh, they had nothing to do with me. They were things that didn"t seem--what you would call square and aboveboard. Little things that.... It was about one of these that we disagreed just before the "Down by the Sea" theatricals. But he explained that and--and--well, he can be so nice and likable, that I forgave him. But lately there have been others. He has changed. And now all this foolishness, and....
There, Cap"n Kendrick, I didn"t mean to say so much. But I want you to understand, and to tell every one else who talks about George Kent and me being engaged, that there never was any such engagement."
It would be rather difficult to catalogue all of Sears Kendrick"s feelings as he listened to this long speech. They were mixed feelings, embarra.s.sment, sorrow, relief--and a most unwarranted and unreasonable joy. But he repressed the relief and joy and characteristically returned to self-chastis.e.m.e.nt.
"Yes--oh--I see," he faltered. "I guess likely I didn"t understand exactly. But just the same I don"t know but George was right in some things he said. I shouldn"t wonder if I had been careless about--about appearances. I don"t know but--but my seein" you so much--and our goin"
to Orham together might set some folks talkin". Of course it doesn"t seem hardly possible that anybody could be such fools, considerin"
you--and then considerin" me--but----"
She would not hear any more. "I don"t propose to consider _them_," she declared with fierce indignation. "I shall see you or any one else just as often as I please. Now that you are to take care of my money for me I have no doubt I shall see you a great deal oftener than I ever did. And if those--those talkative persons don"t like it, they may do the next best thing.... No, that is enough, Cap"n Kendrick. It is settled."
And it did appear to be. If anything, she saw him oftener than before, seemed to take a mischievous delight in being seen with him, in running to the Minot place on errands connected with the Harbor business, and in every way defying the gossips.
And gossip accepted the challenge. From the time when it became known that Sears Kendrick was to be the trustee of Elizabeth Berry"s twenty-thousand dollar legacy the tide of public opinion, already on the turn, set more and more strongly against him. And, as it ebbed for Captain Sears, it rose higher and higher for that genteel martyr, Mr.
Egbert Phillips.
Sears could not help noticing the change. It was gradual, but it was marked. He had never had many visitors, but occasionally some of the retired sea dogs among the town-folk would drop in to swap yarns, or a younger captain, home from a voyage, would call on him at the Minot place. The number of those calls became smaller, then they ceased.
Doctor Sheldon was, of course, as jolly and friendly as ever, and Bradley, when he drove over from Orham on a legal errand, made it a point to come and see him. But, aside from those, and Sarah Macomber, and, of course, Elizabeth Berry, no one came.
When he walked, as he did occasionally now that his legs were stronger--they had quite recovered from the strain put upon them by the Foam Flake"s outbreak--up and down the sidewalk from Judge Knowles"
corner to the end of the Fair Harbor fence, the people whom he met seldom stopped to chat with him. Or, if they did, the chat was always brief and, on their part, uneasy. They acted, so it seemed to him, guilty, as if they were doing something they should not do, something they were not at all anxious to have people see them do. And when he drove with Judah down to the store the group there no longer hailed him with shouts of welcome. They spoke to him, mentioned the weather perhaps, grinned in embarra.s.sed fashion, but they did not ask him to sit down and join them. And when his back was turned, when he left the store, he had the feeling that there were whispered comments--and sneers.
It was all impalpable, there was nothing openly hostile, no one said anything to which he could take exception--he only wished they would; but he felt the hostility nevertheless.
And among the feminine element it was even more evident. When he went to church, as he did semi-occasionally, as he walked down the aisle he felt that the rustle of Sunday black silks and bonnet strings which preceded and followed him was a whisper of respectable and self-righteous disapproval. It was not all imagination, he caught glimpses of sidelong looks and headshakes which meant something, and that something not applause. Once the Reverend Mr. Dishup took for his text Psalm x.x.xix, the sixth verse, "He heapeth up riches and knoweth not who shall gather them." The sermon dealt with, among others, the individual who in his lifetime ama.s.sed wealth, not knowing that, after his death, other individuals scheming and unscrupulous would strive to divert that wealth from the rightful heirs for their own benefit. It was a rather dull sermon and Sears, his attention wandering, happened to turn his head suddenly and look at the rest of the congregation. It seemed to him that at least a quarter of the heads in that congregation were turned in his direction. Now, meeting his gaze, they swung back, to stare with noticeable rigidity at the minister.
Over at the Fair Harbor his comings and goings were no longer events to cause pleasurable interest and excitement. The change there was quite as evident. Miss Snowden and Mrs. Brackett, leaders of their clique, always greeted him politely enough, but they did not, individually or collectively, ask his advice or offer theirs. There were smiles, significant nods, knowing looks exchanged, especially, he thought or imagined, when he and Miss Berry were together. Cordelia Berry was almost cold toward him. Yet, so far as he knew, he had done nothing to offend her.
He spoke to Elizabeth about her mother"s att.i.tude toward him. She said it was his imagination.
"It may be," she said, "that you don"t consult her quite enough about Fair Harbor matters, Cap"n Kendrick. Mother is sensitive, she is matron here, you know; perhaps we haven"t paid as much deference to her opinion as we should. Poor mother, she does try so hard, but she isn"t fitted for business, and knows it."
That Sunday, after his return from church, the captain asked Judah a point blank question.
"Judah," he said, "I want you to tell me the truth. What is the matter with me, nowadays? The whole ship"s company here in Bayport are givin"
me the cold shoulder. Don"t tell me you haven"t noticed it; a blind man could notice it. What"s wrong with me? What have I done? Or what do they say I"ve done?"
Judah was very much embarra.s.sed. His trouble showed in his face above the whiskers. He had been bending over the cookstove singing at the top of his lungs the interminable chantey dealing with the fortunes of one Reuben Ranzo.
""Ranzo was no sailor, Ranzo, boys, Ranzo!
Ranzo was a tailor, Ranzo, boys, Ranzo!
""Oh, poor Reuben Ranzo!
_Ranzo_, boys, Ranzo!
Hurrah for Reuben Ranzo!
_Ranzo_, boys, _Ranzo_!
""Ranzo was no sailor, Ranzo, boys, Ranzo!
He shipped on board a whaler, Ranzo, boys, Ranzo!""
And so on, forever and forever. Judah had reached the point where:
"They set him holy-stonin", Ranzo, boys, Ranzo!
And cared not for his groanin", Ranzo, boys, Ranzo!
"_"Oh_, poor Reuben Ranzo!
_Ranzo_, boys, Ranzo!
Hurrah for----"
"Eh? Did you say somethin", Cap"n Sears?"
Sears repeated his question, and then, as no answer seemed to be forthcoming, repeated it once more, with an order to "step lively."
Judah groaned and shook his head.
"I"ve been sort of afraid you might think somethin" was queer, Cap"n Sears," he admitted. "I was hopin" you wouldn"t, though, not till it begun to blow over. All them kind of things do blow over, give "em time.