"I reckon you does." Ephraim touched his hat. "You"s right smart of a child yet in some things, "count of yo" young heart, I reckon. I ain"t never seen n.o.body who could see the sunny side like you kin, but it ain"t all sunny, Miss Mary, this worl" ain"t, and there"s a lot of pesky people in it." He coughed again. "Sometimes folks seem to forgit you is your grandpa"s grandchild. Yo" grandpa was the high-steppinist gentleman I ever seen in my life, but since you been goin" down among them mill folks and factory folks and takin" an intrus" in "em, lookin" into how things is, some of them King Street people seem to think, scusin" of my sayin" it, that maybe it"s yo" father"s blood what"s comin" out in you."
Mary Cary laughed. "I hope it is. My father was a very sensible gentleman, and didn"t ask others what he must or must not do. But his people in England would be more shocked than--" She stopped and her lips twisted in a queer little smile. "Put me down here, Ephraim. I am going first to Mrs. Corbin"s."
Twenty minutes later she and Mrs. Corbin walked up the stops of the side entrance of the town hall into the room where all public meetings were held, and where all business connected with the town"s interest was transacted. As they reached the top the hum of many voices greeted them. The narrow pa.s.sageway was half filled with men. Some were standing, hands in pockets; some, balancing themselves on the railing, with feet twisted around its spokes, held their hands loosely clasped in front, while others leaned against the wall, scribbled over with pencil-marks and finger-prints of varying sizes, and ahead, through the open door, could be seen both men and women.
As they came nearer, those on the railing jumped down; those leaning against the wall straightened, and those in front made way, while hats came off and spitting ceased.
"Good-evening," she said. "We are going to have a mice meeting, aren"t we?" She held out her hand. "How do you do, Mr. Jernigan. Is Jamie better to-night?"
"Yes, ma"am; thank you, ma"am. He"s right sharp better to-night. He"s pleased as Punch over those drawings things you sent him. Been at "em all day."
"That"s good." She reached the door, them turned, taking off her long, light coat which covered the white dress. "Aren"t you men coming in?"
"Yes"m--that is, those of us what can." It was Mr. Flournoy, foreman of the woolen mills, who spoke. "There ain"t much room in there left and they say some more ladies is coming, so we thought we might as well stay out as come out. We can hear all right."
"I"m sorry. The women ought not to take the men"s places. Can"t you--"
"Oh, that"s all right." Mr. Jernigan waved his hat toward her. "We done our work before we come here. Ain"t a man in the council what don"t know how we stand, and what we won"t do for them is a plenty if they don"t tote square. You just go on in, Miss Cary--you and Mrs. Corbin."
As they entered the room there was much uprising and many seats were offered, but with a nod here and there they made their way toward a window near which Mrs. Webb and Mrs. Moon were sitting and took two chairs which had been kept for them. To the left were Mrs. Brent and Mrs. Burnham, to the right Miss Mittie Muncaster and Mrs. Dunn, while behind was Miss Amelia Taylor, president of the Mother"s Club, with Miss Victor Redway, the new kindergarten teacher from Kentucky.
A dozen other women, scattered in groups here and there, were whispering as if at a home funeral, and along the walls men, ranged in rows, hats in hands, chewed with something of nervous uncertainty as to the wisdom of the innovation which they were about to witness. In a large chair on a small platform Mr. Chinn, president of the council, sat in solemn silence, gavel in hand, waiting for the hour to strike, and for once in its history all ten of the city fathers were on time and in place.
"You may not mind this, Mary, but I do," said Mrs. Moon half under her breath. "I"m not used to these new-fashioned ways of doing things. I feel like I haven"t got on all my clothes. I came because you told me I ought to, and of course women should take interest in things of this sort, but I don"t like it. I--"
"Then you were dear to come." And Mary gave the soft, pretty hands a squeeze. "I don"t like it either, but neither do I like Yorkburg"s not having a high school. Don"t look so uneasy. n.o.body is going to bite.
Have you seen Mr. Milligan? A frog couldn"t look more like a frog.
He"ll pop presently, he"s so pleased about something. There--they"re going to begin."
She leaned back in her chair, and as Mr. Chinn rose in his seat and rapped on the table the crowd in the pa.s.sage pressed closer to the door. All who could came inside, but no longer was there standing- room, and the air that might have come through the open windows was kept back by the men who had climbed up in them and were swinging their feet below.
The gavel again sounded. "The meeting will come to order!"
Mr. Chinn, in his long frock-coat and white string tie, stood a moment surveying with mournful eye the crowded room, and in his voice as he repeated "The meeting will come to order!" was the a.s.surance that all flesh is as gra.s.s, and though in a field it may flourish it will finally be cut down.
But not yet could the meeting come to order. As Mr. Simson, the clerk, stood up and began to call the roll there was the shuffle of many feet in the hall and the men near the door parted to make way for late but determined arrivals.
"Mrs. McDougal and every blessed member of her family!"
Under her breath Mary Cary laughed, then beckoned, and in pressed Mrs. McDougal and made her way toward the platform, undismayed by the gazing, smiling crowd. Behind were her five boys and four girls, and behind them Mr. McDougal, but in the shelter of Mr. Blick"s broad back Mr. McDougal stopped and was seen no more.
But Mrs. McDougal was seen. Ushering the children ahead, she placed them one by one on the edge of the platform, at the feet of Mr. Chinn, all but Susie, who with flaming face had sought refuge on half of Mary Cary"s chair, then she waved to Mr. Simson, the clerk.
"Please hold on a minute, Mr. Simson," she called. "I"m awful sorry we"re late, but them five voters to be was hard to get fixed in time.
They know what they"re here for and I don"t want "em to miss a word. Sit still there, Jeff!" She jabbed the latter, who was wriggling, back in his place and took from Billy the cap he was nervously chewing, then seating herself between the younger set of twins she again waved her hand.
"Now you can go on."
Thus permitted, Mr. Simson began the reading of the minutes of the last meeting in quick staccato sentences, and as he took his seat Mr. Chinn again sounded the gavel and in an att.i.tude of resignation asked of there were corrections.
None being suggested, the minutes were approved. The regular business of the meeting forthwith began, and the atmosphere, which had been a little tense, relaxed. As if to show his ease and familiarity with an unusual situation, Mr. Mowry cut off a large piece of tobacco, crossed his hands behind his head, and lifted his right leg on the top of the small oak desk which was supposed to contain pen and paper for personal use, but which had thus far served only as a footstool; and as he did so he winked at young Armitage, whose face was a fiery flame, and whose hands, wet with perspiration, were twisting in nervous knots a handkerchief of highly colored border.
Little by little routine matters were disposed of, and, finally, there being no further excuse for delay, the call for new business was made and Mr. Milligan arose. With fingers in the armholes of his vest, with shoulders back and chest expanded, he bowed with smiling eyes to the platform, to the crowded room, to the ladies at his right, and as he bowed there was stir and rustle and the straining forward of necks and heads.
"Mr. President"--his heels were lifted from the floor and he balanced himself on tiptoe--"Mr. President, members of the Yorkburg Council, fellow-citizens, and ladies"--again he bowed profoundly--"a distinguished honor has been bestowed upon me to-night, and as long as life shall last I will look back upon this occasion as the proudest moment of my life. We have met to-night not only to do our plain duty as citizens of a n.o.ble town, but to look with far-seeing eyes into that great future which stretches endlessly and forever on, and which can be made as beautiful as--er, as--er the New Jerusalem or--er, or--er Richmond or New York. We must show the watching world that we citizens of old Yorkburg"--his right hand made a wide inclusive sweep--"we citizens are awake, are up and looking around. We are no longer dead poor. Money is nine-tenths of much in life, but the other tenth is a busting big part. It"s made of sense and hustle, and it"s up to us to prove it! We"ve been excusin" of ourselves by saying poverty has paralyzed us, and we couldn"t do this and we couldn"t do that, because we didn"t have the cash. Well, I"m here to say it ain"t so. What we"ve been lackin" ain"t so much the money as the spirit, and it"s took a woman to make us find it out."
Back from the windows came a clapping of hands, from the doors a stamping of feet, and in the enforced pause Mr. Milligan wiped his shining face and swallowed hastily from the gla.s.s of water on the table.
"In my poor way, members of the Yorkburg Council," he began again-- this time fingers interlaced and resting on his breast--"in my poor way I am here to present this lady to you. She don"t need to be introduced to man, woman, or child in this community. She used to live here, and when she went away something left Yorkburg that everybody wished would come back. "Twas a sort of sunshine. We didn"t think she"d ever find the way back. There was a heap to make her forget, but she didn"t forget. Love found the way, and she"s back. Since she left she"s seen a lot of life. She"s been around the world, in the big cities and the little cities, and she"s kept her eyes open and her mind open and her heart open, and there"s much she could tell about what"s wrong with us, but that ain"t her way. She is here to-night to bring some matters to your attention which I hope you will consider with intelligence and appreciation, and just here I"d like to say that even if I didn"t know what they were I would say in advance, "You could put my vote down for "em, Mr. Clerk." I ain"t saying all women have business sense. They ain"t got it, but when they have, it"s the far-seeingest sense on earth, and there ain"t a star in the heavens a man can"t climb to when a woman of that kind gives him a lift!"
Again a shuffle of feet, but Mr. Chinn"s gavel came down heavily. He turned in his chair and looked first at Mr. Milligan and then at the clock.
"Oh, I know I"m talking too long, but, being started, it"s hard to stop," and Mr. Milligan wiped his perspiring face and nodded good-naturedly at solemn Mr. Chinn. "I"m through, but I know I voice the sentiments of every member of this honorable body when I say it is highly honored by the presence here to-night of lovely woman! What would life be without her? As babies, she borns us; as boys, she bosses us; as men, she owns us; at death, she buries us, and she alone puts flowers on man"s grave! Man was made to do her bidding, Mr. President, and if he"s smart he"ll do it quick. Members of the council, ladies, and gentlemen, I have the honor of presenting to you Miss Mary Cary, the granddaughter of a once chief justice of England and of Mayor Alden, a distinguished citizen of Virginia."
Chapter V
IN WHICH MARY CARY SPEAKS
The flourish of Mr. Milligan"s hand as Mary Cary rose and came toward the platform was not to be resisted by Mrs. McDougal, who was clapping vehemently. She gave the hand a resounding smack.
"Fine words, Mr. Milligan, fine words! But a dead Irishman would make a good speech if you"d touch his tongue. You"re an orationer, you are.
Set down, quick! Miss Cary is going to speak."
"Mr. President, gentlemen of the council." The clear, fresh voice carried to the far corners of the room and upon the latter fell vibrating silence. "Yorkburg"s fiscal year ending in June in the next few weeks, the annual budget for the coming twelve months will be fixed by you. Before this budget is made up I am going to ask you to act upon three propositions. Last year the total revenue of the town was $16,907.23, and your expenditures something under one thousand dollars less than your income. Out of your sinking-fund you retired a large proportion of your outstanding bonds, with the result that your indebtedness is now sufficiently small to justify your increasing it. I am here to-night to ask you to issue, during the next three months, fifty thousand dollars" worth of city bonds, interest on which is to be 3 per cent., payable semi-annually. If you will agree to do this promptly, Bartlett, Cramp & Company, of New York, will take the entire amount at once. At the expiration of twenty years these bonds are to be retired."
"In the name of glory!"
The words, half smothered, sounded even to the platform, and Mary Cary, catching them, laughed and nodded toward the source from which they came.
"Is there anything you wish to say, Mr. Billisoly, before I go on?"
The latter rose to his feet, put his hand to his mouth, coughed, and looked at Mr. Chinn.
"Yes"m, there is. Fifty thousand dollars is a powerful lot of money to borrow at one clip, and--"
"Three per cent. interest is powerful little money to pay for its use,"
she answered, smiling. "But that isn"t all I am here to say. If you don"t mind and will let me get through it will save time, and then questions can be asked and answered. Last year the rate of interest on all taxable property was one dollar and twenty-five cents per one hundred dollars. This year, Mr. Councilmen, if you really love Yorkburg, you will raise it to one dollar and thirty-five cents.
"Oh, I know," She laughed and lifted her hand as if to stop the unspoken protest of certain stirrings. "I know the name of taxes isn"t truly pleasant to any one. But I have with me a list of taxpayers who agree to the increase asked for, and if you would like to see it, there is no objection to your doing so."
She opened her bag and took from it a roll of paper, and as she unwound it she threw one end to Mr. Ash, the chairman of the finance committee.
"This," she said, "is a list of the people who love their town enough to put their hands in their pockets to prove it. A truly trying test!" She held up her end of the paper. "There," she said, "there is the list."
Instinctively many leaned forward to see the paper which for reasons of her own she had made in one long, narrow ribbon, and as they did so she laughed again and nodded to the men at the desks. "The will of your const.i.tuents.
"And now"--she stepped back--"there is one thing more. Yorkburg has a friend who is greatly interested in its welfare. This friend believes the time has come when the town should take stock of itself, should look itself in the face and see just what sort of a town it is, and what it may be. As a friend of this friend of Yorkburg I am authorized to say that if this issue of fifty thousand dollars" worth of bonds be made promptly, the like amount of fifty thousand dollars will be at once deposited by Bartlett, Cramp & Company to the credit of your finance committee, said amount to be used for the relaying out of the town, the proper paving of streets, the planting of shade-trees, and the cleaning up of dirty places."