"Knowed the Hathaways in the city?"
"Kind o". Sewed on Mary Louise"s spring dresses. How long you been here?"
"Me? Why, I come here more"n twenty years ago. What does the Colonel do in the city?"
"Never asked him. Why do they call this place Cragg"s Crossing?"
"I didn"t name it. S"pose "cause ol" Cragg used to own all the land, an" the roads crossed in the middle o" his farm."
"What Cragg was that?"
"Eh? Why, father to Ol" Swallertail. Ever seen Ol" Swallertail?"
"No."
"Wal, he"s a sight fer sore eyes. First time anybody sees him they either laughs er chokes. The movin"-pictur" folks would go crazy over him. Ever seen a movin"-pictur"?"
"Yes."
"I did, too, when I was in the city las" year. Ol" Swallertail "minds me of "em. Goes "round dressed up like George Washington when he crossed the Delaware."
"Crazy?"
"That way, yes; other ways, not a bit. Pretty foxy gent, is Ol"
Swallertail."
"Why?"
Sol hesitated, reflecting. These questions were natural, in a stranger, but to explain old Hezekiah Cragg"s character was not a particularly easy task.
"In the fust place, he drives a hard bargain. Don"t spend money, but allus has it. Keeps busy, but keeps his business to himself."
"What is his business?"
"Didn"t I say he kep" it to himself?"
"But he owns all the land around here."
"Not now. He owns jest a half-acre, so far"s anybody knows, with a little ol" hut on it thet a respect"ble pig wouldn"t live in. It"s jes"
acrost the river from the place where you"re workin"."
"Then what has become of his land?"
"It"s stayed jes" where it allus was, I guess," with a chuckle at his own wit, "but Ol" Swaller-tail sold it, long ago. Ol" Nick Cragg, his father afore him, sold a lot of it, they say, and when he died he left half his ready money an" all his land to Hezekiah--thet"s Ol"
Swallertail--an" the other half o" his money to his second son, Peter."
"Where is Peter?" asked the girl quickly.
"Went back to Ireland, years ago, and never"s be"n heard of since. The Craggs was Irish afore they got to be Americans, but it seems Pete hankered fer th" Ol" Sod an" quit this country cold."
"So the Craggs are Irish, eh?" mused the girl in a casual tone. And then she yawned, as if not greatly interested. But Sol was interested, so long as he was encouraged to talk.
"I be"n told, by some o" the ol" settlers," he went on, "thet ol" Nick Cragg were born in Ireland, was a policeman in New York--where he made his first money--an" then come here an" bought land an" settled down.
They ain"t much difference "tween a policeman an" a farmer, I guess. If the story"s true, it proves Ol" Swallertail has Irish blood in him yit, though fer that matter he"s lived here long enough to be jes" American, like the rest of us. After he come inter the property he gradual-like sold off all the land, piece by piece, till he ain"t got noth"n left but thet half-acre. Sold most of it afore I come here, an" I be"n at the Crossing more"n twenty year."
"If the land brought a fair price, Old Swallowtail ought to be rich,"
remarked the girl.
"Then he ain"t what he orter be. Folks says he specilated, years ago, an" got stung. I know him pretty well--as well as anybody knows him-- an" my opinion is he ain"t got more"n enough to bury him decent."
"Thought you said he drives a hard bargain?"
"Young woman," said Sol earnestly, "the man don"t live as kin make money specilatin". The game"s ag"in him, fust an" last, an" the more brains he"s got the harder he"ll git stung."
"But I thought you said Mr. Cragg has a business."
"An" I said n.o.body knows what it is. When Ned Joselyn used to come here the two was thick, an" Ned were a specilater through an" through. Some thinks it was him as got Cragg"s wad, an" some says he lost it all, an"
his wife"s money, too. Anyhow, Joselyn lit out fer good an" when he were gone Ann Kenton cried like a baby an" ol" Swallertail "s been dumb as a clam ever since."
"What makes you think Cragg has a business?" persisted the girl.
"He keeps an office, over the store here, an" he has a sign on the door thet says "Real Estate." But he ain"t got no real estate, so that ain"t why he shuts himself in the office day after day--an" even Sundays.
He"s got some other business. Ev"ry night, afore he goes home, he takes a bunch o" letters to Mrs. Bennett"s postoffice, an" ev"ry mornin" he goes there an" gits another bunch o" letters that"s come to him in the mail. If that don"t mean some sort o" business, I don"t know what"n thunder it _does_ mean."
"Nor I," said the girl, yawning again. "What about Ned Joselyn? Was he nice?"
"Dressed like a dandy, looked like a fool, acted like the Emp"ror o"
Rooshy an" pleased ev"rybody by runnin" away. That is, ev"rybody but his wife an" Ol" Swallertail."
"I see. Who else lives over your store?"
"I live there myself; me an" my fambly, in the back part. One o" the front rooms I rents to Ol" Swallertail, an" he pays the rent reg"lar.
The other front room Miss Huckins, the dressmaker, lives in."
"Oh. I"m a dressmaker, too. Guess I"ll go up and see her. Is she in?"
"When she"s out, she leaves the key with me, an" the key ain"t here.
Say, girl, what"s yer name?"
"Josie."
"Josie what?"
"Jessup. Pa was a drayman. Ever hear of him?"
"No. But about the Hathaways; what has--"
"And you"ve got no red thread? Or green?"