For a moment there was palpitating silence. No one moved. Eyes were fixed on her as if ears had not heard aright. The heads of some leaned forward, the bodies of others leaned back, then the clearing of throats and the shuffling of feet broke the pause that followed the statement which had just been heard, and back toward the door Mr. Benny Brickhouse arose.
"If he ain"t the spittin" image of an orange with two peanuts underneath and one peanut on top, I never seen one," said Mrs. McDougal in a voice none too low, "and the top peanut ain"t got a thing in it.
Just listen at his cambric-needle squeak!"
"Mr. President." The thin, piping tones caused many to look around.
"Mr. President, never before in its history has the council of Yorkburg heard from its platform such astounding propositions as have been made before it to-night. The young lady who has made them is doubtless actuated by high and lofty motives, but it is not to be expected that she should know what she is doing. It is out of her sphere, sir, the sphere in which G.o.d put woman and meant her to stay--"
"Please, sir, Mr. Chinn, may I ask Mr. Brickhouse if G.o.d Almighty told him He put woman in a sphere, or if a man told him?" and Mrs.
McDougal, on her feet, held up her hand as a child in a cla.s.sroom who asks to speak.
Mr. Chinn"s gavel came down heavily and squelched the t.i.tter which threatened to be something more. "Mr. Brickhouse has the floor, Mrs.
McDougal."
"And likely to keep it, sir. But go on, Mr. Brickhouse, go on! I thought maybe you"d just heard from the Lord. Beg your pardon, sir."
She sat down, waving her hand toward the round little man, speechless with amazement, then turned in a half whisper to the girl at her side.
"Let him talk, Miss Cary. Nothing shows the kind of fool you are as quick as your tongue. Balaam"s Brickhouse won"t hurt you."
"Mr. President"--the interruption was ignored, and only the trembling of the fine, thin voice gave evidence of anger--Mr. President, Yorkburg is no pauper, and does not need the gift which has been offered it to-night, provided it will acknowledge it needs to be cleaned up.
Yorkburg is a very clean place. Its streets were good enough for our fathers, and I, for one, protest against the supplanting of the trees they planted by the planting of more! We don"t want more! And who is the person who offers this gift? Why is his name withheld? Is he ashamed of it, or is there a string tied to it which we don"t see yet? What does the party want of us in return for this sum of money, gotten we know not how? It may be tarnished, sir, it any be tarnished!" His pudgy little hands smote the air with something of vehemence; then remembering that excitement was inelegant he wiped them carefully with his handkerchief, clasped them righteously together, and laid them on his stomach.
"And I would like to ask why this honorable body is called on to pa.s.s a measure which will plunge this old and distinguished town in such enormous indebtedness?" he began again, after a pause which he thought impressive. "Why should fifty thousand dollars" worth of bonds be issued? For what purpose will the money be used? Why should this great increase in taxes by made? What is to be done with the money drained from our people, who are not worshippers of Mammon and who set not their hearts on mere material things? I beg this honorable body not to be led astray. It will be a sad day for this city of a precious past--"
He stopped. Mary Cary"s eyes, which in the beginning of his speech had been bent on a letter held in her hand lest the laughter in them be seen, were raised, and she was now looking at him with a steadiness which was disconcerting, and the words died upon his lips.
"Are you through, Mr. Brickhouse?"
He sat down, wiping his moist face limply. "Yes, I am through."
This time Mary Cary, who had been standing below the platform, stepped upon it, and the letter she had been holding was laid upon the table.
"I am very much obliged to Mr. Brickhouse for asking the questions he has asked," she began. "Except the name of the person giving this money to Yorkburg there is no one of them that will not be answered readily, as they should be rightly. Whether we are ent.i.tled to peculiarities, or not, all of us possess them, and one of this friend of Yorkburg"s is that the gift and the giver should not be a.s.sociated together; therefore, the name of this friend will not be known. Another characteristic of this same person is that before a place can be properly beautiful it should be made sound and solid and healthy. The foundation must come first, and the foundation of any town which would have a future is to know Yorkburg is badly laid out. It isn"t laid out at all, and many of its streets start and end as they please. An elemental need of Yorkburg is that it should be laid out anew, and by a competent civil engineer who knows what he is about. This engineer will be provided when you agree to use his services. Mr. Brickhouse says we have a precious past. That is true, but a precious past doesn"t make good walking, and, not being dead, our feet have some rights. There is no string tied to this gift of fifty thousand dollars save the restriction that the money be expended for the purposes mentioned.
"You see"--she turned to the councilmen in front and nodded to them-- "when the matters brought before you to-night were mentioned to Mr.
Brickhouse he was not interested, and did not care to put his name to the list of taxpayers who are willing to increase their taxes in order that Yorkburg may get a new bonnet and gloves and good stout shoes for its feet. He thinks they are not needed, and instead of expenditure, economy should be your keynote." She shook her head. "There are times when too much economy is as ruinous as too great expenditure.
Some women die from it every year.
"But before coming here to-night I did try to understand what I was about." She tucked a curl which had slipped from under her hat back in place. "I learned from your mayor that the town is financially able to do what it is asked to do. We need two new school-buildings--one for primary and grammar grades, one for a high-school. The increase of taxes is needed to pay the interest on the new bonds, needed for many more things than it will supply."
For a half moment she looked around the room, then again turned to the men immediately in front, and her hands made a swift, appealing gesture.
"Gentlemen, you have done so splendidly. For so long there was so little to do with. For many years the struggle for life and honor gave your fathers no time for thought of other things, but they held their heads up through it all, and you--you are your fathers" sons! In the years I have been away I never saw anything beautiful or useful or splendid, never saw good streets, schools, libraries, churches, parks, playgrounds, galleries, museums, baths, kindergartens, never saw a good idea in operation, or anything that made life nicer and better that I didn"t wish Yorkburg had it. I was always wishing it could be the cleanest, prettiest, happiest of all places on this earth to live in, and when I came back and saw what you had done, saw there was good water, good sewerage, good lights, a few good streets, I was as proud and pleased as if--as if I"d been your mother!"
She joined in the laugh that followed, then shook her head. "But, gentlemen, people who don"t do anything keep at it. A big idea means big things, and if everybody pulls together we can do lots for Yorkburg.
And you don"t really love what you don"t work for, don"t deny yourself a little bit for, don"t take some risk with. Some say there"s risk in marriage, but people get married. They want to. We can do anything for Yorkburg we want to if we just want hard enough. Everybody agrees that we need a high-school and a new grammar school. We"ve needed them for years, and there were few people who pay taxes who didn"t sign this pet.i.tion readily. Nearly everybody wants children to have a chance."
"Did the biggest taxpayer in Yorkburg sign it?" It was Mr. Billisoly who asked the question.
"Who is that?"
"Mr. John Maxwell, owner of the Yorkburg shoe factory, ice factory, electric-light plant; owner of more than any one man in town, if he don"t live here."
Mary Cary took up her end of the paper and examined it. "His name is the first on the list. Next is Mr. Moon, then Mr. Walstein, Mr. Ash, Mr. Wilson, Mr.--"
"Is Miss Gibbie Gault"s name there?"
"It is."
"Wonder!" Mr. Billisoly blew his nose and turned to the man at his side.
"Looks like she"s got it all there. If she could land Miss Gibbie the rest were easy."
"Tell me she and Miss Cary are great friends. They say the old lady is as smart as the devil and he"d be much more apt to get out of her way than she out of his if they met. Listen, there goes Sunny Chinn. Ain"t he a cheerful thing to look at?"
The latter had risen, and again the table was struck by the gavel, which through the evening his hand had not relinquished. "Are there any further remarks to be made? If not--"
"Yes, sir." Mr. Ranlet, owner and proprietor of the Yorkburg bakery, rose from his seat. "I"d like to ask something about this firm of Bartlett, Cramp & Company, who is willing to buy bonds that only pay 3 per cent. How does Miss Cary know that?"
"I have a letter to that effect." She opened her bag and took from it a letter. "This," she said, holding it up, "is the letter which states that they will make this purchase for a customer, provided it can be done promptly. Mr. Moon, Mr. Walstein, any one doing business in New York can tell you the character and reputation of this company."
"I suppose the name of the customer is not mentioned?"
"Yes. It is a Mr. Black, of Brooklyn."
"The same one who has been buying property around here lately?"
"The same one. I understand he is thinking of coming here to live."
"Must have plenty of money. Not many people jump at 3-per-cent.
town bonds."
"Then we ought to jump quick lest he change his mind."
"I move the matter be referred to the finance committee." It was Mr.
Mowry who spoke, and instantly Mr. Ash, who had said nothing so far, was on his feet.
"Mr. President, such reference would be a waste of time. As chairman of the finance committee I have called the latter together and talked with them concerning this proposition of an issue of bonds which I knew would be brought before you to-night. We agreed to recommend it heartily, and I move that the question be put at once."
The motion, made and carried quickly, was greeted with deafening applause by the visitors sitting, standing, or balanced in the window- seats, and then some one moved for an executive session, and slowly the crowd began to stir and go out.
"It"s going to be all right, Mary." Mr. Moon patted the latter"s hands encouragingly. "We are going to increase the taxes, accept the money, and build the schools, and if you will please take Mrs. Moon home I will be obliged. Her face has been like a beet all the evening. Oh, how do you do, Mrs. McDougal?" and he shook kindly the rough red hand held out toward him.
"And I"m glad to see you, Mr. Moon. I tell you this has been a night, ain"t it? I"ve had a fine time, though I"d had a finer if an edjucatid tongue was in my mouth, and I could have mentioned some of the things I know of as Yorkburg needs. What we goin" home for, being you ain"t through, they say? I hope you will tell those men who are to act on something that if they don"t act right they"ll never get a vote from my boys when they turn twenty-one. I ain"t sayin" I understood all what Miss Cary said to-night about bonds and things, but I"d follow her in the dark, and ain"t anybody such a fool as not to know what fifty thousand dollars could do for a place or a person. Of course, being just a woman--and men think women is just canary birds or dray horses--I don"t have no say in things like this, but I"ve borned five sayers, and I"m goin" to keep my eye on "em to see what they do when they get a chance. Yes, sir, there"s to be a knowin" why if she don"t get what she wants. In the four factories there"s two hundred and ninety-three voters, John Armitage says, and they"re solid to a man for Miss Cary.
Just tell "em that for me, will you? Good-night. Come on, children! I wonder where McDougal is? A dead chicken"s got more spirit in company than he has! Good-night, Miss Cary, and don"t forget we"re expectin" of you to tea to-morrow night. Peggy ain"t slept for a week thinkin" about it."
At the door a group of men stood talking. "Regular hunks, weren"t they?" said Mr. Jernigan, taking his pipe out of his pocket and knocking the bowl against the palm of his hand. "And she didn"t waste words in throwing them out, either. Fifty thousand dollars in bonds asked for as cool as snow, and looking like a blush-rose when she did it. Fifty thousand dollars, too, handed out for a gift like "twas an every-day thing for Yorkburg to get it. She said she had a surprise for us. "Twas a cracker-jack. Wish one of that kind would knock me in the head! Taxes increased from $1.25 to $1.35! George, it does you good to hear the stuff called for like that. Them that"s got it ought to pay for having!"
"But she believes in everybody paying. Don"t you remember the day she come down to the mills at lunch-time and told us we oughtn"t to ask for a reading-room where books from the library up on King Street could be got without our goin" for "em, unless we were willin" to help pay for the keep of the room? Don"t you remember? I do." And Mr. Flournoy took the match held out by Mr. Jernigan and pa.s.sed it on to the man standing next.