Forty yards beyond, another obituary confronted them:
In Loving Memory of J. C. Nappin 78 + 10 = 88 Died of a Broken Mashie And of Such is the Kingdom of Heaven
"Ha!" said General Bullwigg. "He little realizes that here where he has pinned his little joke in the lap of mother earth I have seen the dead men lie as thick as kindlings in a wood-yard. Sir, across this very fair green there were no less than three desperate charges, unremembered and unsung, of which I may say without boasting that Magna Pars Fui. But for the desperation of our last charge the battle must have been lost----"
d.a.m.n the memory of E. Hewett 78 + 10 = 88 Couldn"t Put
Here Lies G. Norris 78 + 10 = 88 A Fool and His Money Are Soon Parted
The little tombstones came thick and fast now. The fairway to the seventeenth, most excellent of all four-shot holes, was dotted with them, and it actually began to look as if General Bullwigg or Major Jennings (they were now on even terms) might be the winner.
It was that psychological moment when of all things a contestant most desires silence. Major Jennings was determined to triumph over his boastful companion. And he was full of courage and resolve. They had reached the seventeenth green in the same number of strokes from the first tee. That is to say, each had used up ninety-five of his allotted ninety-eight. Neither holed his approach put, and the match, so far as they two were concerned, resolved itself into a driving contest. If General Bullwigg drove the farther with his one remaining stroke he would beat the major, and vice versa. As for the other compet.i.tors, there was but one who had reached the eighteenth tee, and he, as his tombstone showed, had played his last stroke neither far nor well.
For the major the suspense was terrible. He had never won a tournament.
He had never had so golden an opportunity to down a boaster. But it was General Bullwigg"s honor, and it occurred to him that the time was riper for talk than play.
"You may think that I am nervous," he said. "But I am not. During one period of the battle of Aiken the firing between ourselves on this spot and the enemy intrenched where the club-house now stands, and spreading right and left in a half-moon, was fast and furious. Once they charged up to our guns; but we drove them back, and after that charge yonder fair green was one infernal shambles of dead and dying. Among the wounded was one of the enemy"s general officers; he whipped and thrashed and squirmed like a newly landed fish and screamed for water. It was terrible; it was unendurable. Next to me in the trench was a young fellow named--named Jennings----"
"Jennings?" said the major breathlessly. "And what did he do?"
"He," said General Bullwigg. "Nothing. He said, however, and he was careful not to show his head above the top of the trench: "I can"t stand this," he said; "somebody"s got to bring that poor fellow in." As for me, I only needed the suggestion. I jumped out of the trench and ran forward, exposing myself to the fire of both armies. When, however, I reached the general officer, and my purpose was plain, the firing ceased upon both sides, and the enemy stood up and cheered me."
General Bullwigg teed his ball and drove it far.
Major Jennings bit his lip; it was hardly within his ability to hit so long a ball.
"This--er--Jennings," said he, "seems to have been a coward."
General Bullwigg shrugged his shoulders.
"Have I got it straight?" asked Major Jennings. "It was you who brought in the general officer, and not--er--this--er--Jennings who did it?"
"I thought I had made it clear," said General Bullwigg stiffly. And he repeated the anecdote from the beginning. Major Jennings"s comment was simply this:
"So _that_ was the way of it, was it?"
A deep crimson suffused him. He looked as if he were going to burst. He teed his ball. He trembled. He addressed. He swung back, and then with all the rage, indignation, and accuracy of which he was capable--forward. It was the longest drive he had ever made. His ball lay a good yard beyond the General"s. He had beaten all compet.i.tors, but that was nothing. He had beaten his companion, and that was worth more to him than all the wealth of Ormuzd and of Ind. He had won the second battle of Aiken.
In silence he took his tombstone from his caddie"s hand, in silence wrote upon it, in silence planted it where his ball had stopped. General Bullwigg bent himself stiffly to see what the fortunate winner had written. And this was what he read:
Sacred to the Memory of E. O. Jennings 78 + 20 = 98 Late Major in the Gallant 29th, Talked to Death by a Liar
As for the gallant major (still far from mollified), he turned his back upon a foe for the first time in his life and made off--almost running.
AN IDYL OF PELHAM BAY PARK
"It"s real country out there," Fannie Davis had said. "b.u.t.tercups and daisies. Come on, Lila! I won"t go if you won"t."
This sudden demonstration of friendship was too much for Lila. She forgot that she had no stylish dress for the occasion, or that her mother could not very well spare her for a whole day, and she promised to be ready at nine o"clock on the following Sunday morning.
"Fannie Davis," she explained to her mother, "has asked me to go out to Pelham Bay Park with her Sunday. And finally I said I would. I feel sometimes as if I"d blow up if I didn"t get a breath of fresh air after all this hot spell."
She set her pretty mouth defiantly. She expected an argument. But he mother only shrugged her shoulders and said,
"We could make your blue dress look real nice with a few tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs."
They discussed ways and means until long after the younger children were in bed and asleep.
By Sat.u.r.day night the dress was ready, and Lila had turned her week"s wages back into the coffers of the department store where she worked in exchange for a pair of near-silk brown stockings and a pair of stylish oxford ties of patent leather.
"You look like a show-girl," was Fannie"s enthusiastic comment. "I wouldn"t have believed it of you. Why, Lila, you"re a regular little peach!"
Lila became crimson with joy.
They boarded the subway for Simpson Street. The atmosphere was hot and rancid. The two girls found standing-room only. Whenever the express curved they were thrown violently from one side of the car to the other.
A young man who stood near them made a point on these occasions of laying a hand on Lila"s waist to steady her. She didn"t know whether it was proper to be angry or grateful.
"Don"t pay any attention to him," said Fannie; "he"s just trying to be fresh, and he doesn"t know how."
She said it loud enough for the young man to hear. Lila was very much frightened.
They left the subway at Simpson Street and boarded a jammed trolley-car for Westchester. Fannie paid all the fares.
"It"s my treat," she said; "I"m flush. Gee, ain"t it hot! I wish we"d brought our bathing-suits."
Much to Lila"s relief the young man who had annoyed her was no longer visible. Fannie talked all the way to Westchester in so loud a voice that nearly everybody in the car could hear her. Lila was shocked and awed by her friend"s showiness and indifference.
From Westchester they were to walk the two hot miles to the park.
Already Lila"s new shoes had blistered her feet. But she did not mention this. It was her own fault. She had deliberately bought shoes that were half a size too small.
In the main street of Westchester they prinked, smoothing each other"s rumpled dresses and straightening each other"s peach-basket hats.
"Lila," said Fannie, "everybody"s looking at you. I say you"re _too_ pretty. Lucky for me I"ve got my young man where I want him, or else you"d take him away from me."
"I would not!" exclaimed Lila, "and it"s you they"re looking at."
Fannie was delighted. "_Do_ I look nice?" she wheedled.
"You look sweet!"