"Unfortunately, such people are rare."
"I don"t know but one."
"Indeed? Who is he?"
"I reckon you know," said Briskow.
The listener looked up with quickened interest; there was a sharp ring to his voice when he said: "Let me get this right."
"You"re the only man I ever knowed that I"d bank my life on. An" you"re smart. You wouldn"t take Buddy, but mebbe you"d kinda--take me; take all of us. I tell you I"m skeered!"
"Just how much confidence do I inspire in you?" Gray"s expression was peculiar, for amazement, doubt, eagerness were equally blended.
"This much: I"d turn the hull works over to you, if you"d look out for us."
"You--scarcely know me."
"Oh, I know you well enough!" Briskow smiled his slow, shrewd smile.
"So does Ma. So does Allie an" Bud."
For quite a while the caller sat with head bowed, with his gaze fixed upon the flames; when he looked up his face was red, his eyes were brighter than usual.
"To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved. Yes, and it"s h.e.l.l to be born with a conscience." He fell silent again, for this was a moment to be treasured and he could not let it pa.s.s too quickly. "You say you want nothing to do with oil?"
"Anything but that. I know it so well, an"--Ma"s gettin" feeble." Again silence. "Of course, if you"d do it, I wouldn"t ask no questions. I"d rather shut my eyes an" trust you than keep "em open an"--"
"You don"t know how much I"d like to say yes, but I fought Buddy to prevent him from making a mistake, and I sha"n"t allow you to make this one."
"Hm-m! Will you keep me from makin" _other_ mistakes?"
"I will, if I can."
"Mebbe that"s enough. Anyhow, I"ll sleep better to-night for seein"
you."
"I think I hear Ma stirring," said Gray, as he rose. "I brought her a few little presents, and I"d like to take them up to her." As he left the room there was the same queer light in his eyes; nevertheless, he moved slowly, like a man tired.
CHAPTER XXV
Gray was shocked at the change in Ma Briskow. She had failed surprisingly. Pleasure lit her face, and she fell into a brief flutter of delight at seeing him; but as soon as their first greeting was over he led her to her lounge and insisted upon making her comfortable. He had tricks with cushions and pillows, so he declared; they became his obedient servants, and there was a knack in arranging them--the same knack that a robin uses in building its nest. This he demonstrated quite conclusively.
It was nice to have a great, masterful man like this take charge of one, and Ma sighed gratefully as she lay back. "It does kinda feel like a bird"s nest," she declared. "And you kinda look like a robin, too; you"re allus dressed so neat."
"Exactly," he chuckled. "Robins are the very neatest dressers of all the birds. But look! Like a real robin, I"ve brought spring with me."
He opened a huge box of long-stemmed roses and held their cool, dewy buds against Ma Briskow"s withered face, then, laughing and chatting, he arranged them in vases where she could see them. Next, he drew down the shades, shutting out the dreary afternoon, after which he lit the gas log, and soon the room, whether by reason of his glowing personality or his deft rearrangement of its contents, or both, became a warm and cheerful place.
He had brought other gifts than flowers, too; thoughtful, expensive things that fairly took Ma"s breath. No one had ever given her presents; to be remembered, therefore, with useless, delightful little luxuries filled her gentle soul with a guilty rapture.
But these were not gifts in the ordinary sense; they were offerings from the Duke of Dallas, and his manner of presenting them invested every article with ducal dignity. The Princess Pensacola had not played for a long time, and so to recline languidly in a beautiful j.a.panese kimono, with her feet in a pair of wonderful soft boudoir slippers spun by the duke"s private silkworms and knit by his own oriental knitting slaves, while he paid court to her, was doubly thrilling.
The duke certainly was a reckless spender, but thank goodness he hadn"t bought things for the house--things just to _look_ at and to share with other people! He knew enough to buy intimate things, things a woman could wear and feel rich in. Ma hugged herself and tried to look beautiful.
Gray was seated on the side of her couch with her cold hand between his warm palms, and he was telling her about the princess of Wichita Falls when the summons to dinner interrupted them.
Ma was not hungry, and she had expected to have a bite in her own room; but her caller was so vigorous in his objections to this plan that she finally agreed to come downstairs.
The Briskow household was poorly organized as yet, and it was only natural that it should function imperfectly; nevertheless, Gray was annoyed at the clumsy manner in which the dinner was served. Being a meticulous man and accustomed to comfort, incompetent servants distressed him beyond measure, and he soon discovered that the Briskow help was as completely incompetent as any he had ever seen. The butler, for instance, a pleasant-faced colored man, had evidently come straight from the docks, for he pa.s.sed the food much as a stoker pa.s.ses coal to a boiler, while the sound of a crashing platter in the butler"s pantry gave evidence that the second girl was a house wrecker.
"See here, Ma!" Gray threw down his napkin. "You have a beautiful home, and you want it to be perfect, don"t you?"
"Why, of Course. We bought everything we" could buy--"
"Everything except skillful servants, and they are hard to find. You are capable of training your cook and teaching your upstairs girl to sweep and make beds; but the test of a well-run house is a well-served meal. Dish-breaking ought to be a felony, and when I become President I propose to make the spoiling of food a capital offense. Now then, you"re not eating a bite, anyhow, and Gus won"t mind waiting awhile for his dinner. With your permission, I"d like to take things in hand and add a hundred per cent to your future comfort?"
In some bewilderment Ma agreed that she would do anything her guest suggested, whereupon he rose energetically and called the three domestics into the dining room.
"We are going to start this dinner all over again," he announced, "and we are going to begin by swapping places. I am going to serve it as a dinner should be served, and you are going to eat it as--Well, I dare say nature will have to take its course. I shall explain, as I go along, and I want you to remember every word I say, every move I make.
Mr. and Mrs. Briskow are going to look on. After we have finished you are going to serve us exactly as I served you."
Naturally, this proposition amazed the "help"; in fact, its absurdity convulsed them. The man laughed loudly; the cook buried her ebony face in her ap.r.o.n; the second girl bent double with mirth. Here was a quaint gentleman, indeed, and a great joker. But the gentleman was not joking.
On the contrary, he brought this levity to an abrupt end, then, gravely, ceremoniously, he seated the trio. They sobered quickly enough at this; they became, in fact, as funereal as three crows; but their astonishment at what followed was no greater than that of the Briskows.
Gray played butler with a correctness and a poise deeply impressive to his round-eyed audience, and as he served the courses he delivered a lecture upon the etiquette of domestic service, the art of cooking, and the various niceties of a servant"s calling. Nothing could have been more impressive than being waited upon by a person of his magnificence, and his lecture, moreover, was delivered in a way that drove understanding into their thick heads.
It was an uncomfortable experience for all except Gray himself--he actually enjoyed it--and when the last dish had been removed, and he had given instructions to serve the meal over again exactly as he had served it, the three negroes were glad to obey. Of course they made mistakes, but these Gray instantly corrected, and the results of his dress rehearsal were, on the whole, surprising.
"There!" he said, when the ordeal had finally come to an end. "A little patience, a little practice, and you"ll be proud of them. Incidentally, I have saved you a fortune in dishes."
"I wish Allie"d been here. She"d remember everything you said," Ma declared.
"Lord! Think of Mr. Gray waitin" on them n.i.g.g.e.rs!" Gus was still deeply shocked.
"You see what a meddlesome busybody I am," the guest laughed. "I don"t know how to mind my own business, and the one luxury I enjoy most of all is regulating other people"s affairs." He was still talking, still lecturing his hearers upon the obligations prosperity had put upon them, when he was summoned to the telephone by a long-distance call. He returned in some agitation to announce: "Well, at last I have business of my own to attend."
"Was that Buddy talkin"?"
"It was, and he gave me some good news. He says that well on thirty-five is liable to come in at any minute, and it looks like a big one." The speaker"s eyes were glowing, and he ran on, breathlessly, "He says they"re betting it will do better than ten thousand barrels!"
"_Ten thousand bar"ls!_" Briskow echoed.
"That"s what he said. Of course, they can"t tell a thing about it.
Buddy"s only guessing, but--I haven"t had a big well yet." Gray took a nervous turn about the room.
"Ten thousand barrels! Lord! That would help. That would do the trick.
And to think that it should come now, this very day--" He laughed triumphantly and ran on as if talking to himself: ""The wicked are fatted for destruction. Their happiness shall pa.s.s away like a torrent." Pull out and leave me, eh?" A second time he laughed, more loudly. "Luck? It isn"t luck, it"s Destiny. The mills of the G.o.ds are grinding. Ma Briskow, the fairy ladies danced upon the hearth when I was born. Do you know what that means?"
"Ten thousand bar"ls a day, an" you b.u.t.tlin" for three n.i.g.g.e.rs!" gasped the head of the house.