"Why to-night, may I ask?" I was all at once uncomfortably curious.
"Why, the boys are coming for me. They"re going to take No-no home, then we"re all going to the movies. They"ve got a new bill at the Bijou, and Buck Edwards especially wants me to see it. One of the cowboys in it that does some star riding looks just like Buck--wavy chestnut hair. Buck himself is one of the best riders in the whole Kulanche."
The woman seemed to have some fiendish power to enrage me. As she prattled thus, her eyes demurely on the gla.s.s she dried, I felt a deep flush mantle my brow. She could never have dreamed that she had this malign power, but she was now at least to suspect it.
"Your Mr. Edwards," I began calmly enough, "may be like the cinema actor: the two may be as like each other as makes no difference--but you are not going." I was aware that the latter phrase was heated where I had merely meant it to be impressive. Dignified firmness had been the line I intended, but my rage was mounting. She stared at me.
Astonished beyond words she was, if I can read human expressions.
"I am!" she snapped at last.
"You are not!" I repeated, stepping a bit toward her. I was conscious of a bit of the rowdy in my manner, but I seemed powerless to prevent it. All my culture was again but the flimsiest veneer.
"I am, too!" she again said, though plainly dismayed.
"No!" I quite thundered it, I dare say. "No, no! No, no!"
The nipper cried out from his box. Not until later did it occur to me that he had considered himself to be addressed in angry tones.
"No, no!" I thundered again. I couldn"t help myself, though silly rot I call it now. And then to my horror the mother herself began to weep.
"I will!" she sobbed. "I will! I will! I will!"
"No, no!" I insisted, and I found myself seizing her shoulders, not knowing if I mightn"t shake her smartly, so drawn-out had the woman got me; and still I kept shouting my senseless "No, no!" at which the nipper was now yelling.
She struggled her best as I clutched her, but I seemed to have the strength of a dozen men; the woman was nothing in my grasp, and my arms were taking their blind rage out on her.
Secure I held her, and presently she no longer struggled, and I was curiously no longer angry, but found myself soothing her in many strange ways. I mean to say, the pa.s.sage between us had fallen to be of the very shockingly most sentimental character.
"You are so masterful!" she panted.
"I"ll have my own way," I threatened; "I"ve told you often enough."
"Oh, you"re so domineering!" she murmured. I dare say I am a bit that way.
"I"ll show you who"s to be master!"
"But I never dreamed you meant this," she answered. True, I had most brutally taken her by surprise. I could easily see how, expecting nothing of the faintest sort, she had been rudely shocked.
"I meant it all along," I said firmly, "from the very first moment."
And now again she spoke in almost awed tones of my "deepness." I have never believed in that excessive intuition which is so widely boasted for woman.
"I never dreamed of it," she said again, and added: "Mrs. Kenner and I were talking about this dress only last night and I said--I never, never dreamed of such a thing!" She broke off with sudden inconsequence, as women will.
We had now to quiet the nipper in his box. I saw even then that, domineering though I may be, I should probably never care to bring the child"s condition to her notice again. There was something about her--something volcanic in her femininity. I knew it would never do.
Better let the thing continue to be a monstrosity! I might, unnoticed, of course, s.n.a.t.c.h a bun from its grasp now and then.
Our evening rush came and went quite as if nothing had happened. I may have been rather absent, reflecting pensively. I mean to say, I had at times considered this alliance as a dawning possibility, but never had I meant to be sudden. Only for the woman"s remarkably stubborn obtuseness I dare say the understanding might have been deferred to a more suitable moment and arranged in a calm and orderly manner. But the die was cast. Like his lordship, I had chosen an American bride--taken her by storm and carried her off her feet before she knew it. We English are often that way.
At ten o"clock we closed the Grill upon a day that had been historic in the truest sense of the word. I shouldered the sleeping nipper. He still pa.s.sionately clutched the beef-rib and for some reason I felt averse to depriving him of it, even though it would mean a spotty top-coat.
Strangely enough, we talked but little in our walk. It seemed rather too tremendous to talk of.
When I gave the child into her arms at the door it had become half awake.
"Ruggums!" it muttered sleepily.
"Ruggums!" echoed the mother, and again, very softly in the still night: "Ruggums--Ruggums!"
That in the few months since that rather agreeable night I have acquired the t.i.tle of Red Gap"s social dictator cannot be denied. More than one person of discernment may now be heard to speak of my "reign," though this, of course, is coming it a bit thick.
The removal by his lordship of one who, despite her sterling qualities, had been a source of discord, left the social elements of the town in a state of the wildest disorganization. And having for myself acquired a remarkable prestige from my intimate a.s.sociation with the affair, I promptly seized the reins and drew the scattered forces together.
First, at an early day I sought an interview with Belknap-Jackson and Mrs. Effie and told them straight precisely why I had played them both false in the matter of the wedding breakfast. With the honour granted to either of them, I explained, I had foreseen another era of cliques, divisions, and acrimony. Therefore I had done the thing myself, as a measure of peace.
Flatly then I declared my intention of reconciling all those formerly opposed elements and of creating a society in Red Gap that would be a social union in the finest sense of the word. I said that contact with their curious American life had taught me that their equality should be more than a name, and that, especially in the younger settlements, a certain relaxation from the rigid requirements of an older order is not only unavoidable but vastly to be desired. I meant to say, if we were going to be Americans it was silly rot trying to be English at the same time.
I pointed out that their former social leaders had ever been inspired by the idea of exclusion; the soul of their leadership had been to cast others out; and that the campaign I planned was to be one of inclusion--even to the extent of Bohemians and well-behaved cattle-persons---which I believed to be in the finest harmony with their North American theory of human a.s.sociation. It might be thought a nave theory, I said, but so long as they had chosen it I should staunchly abide by it.
I added what I dare say they did not believe: that the position of leader was not one I should cherish for any other reason than the public good. That when one better fitted might appear they would find me the first to rejoice.
I need not say that I was interrupted frequently and acridly during this harangue, but I had given them both a buffalo and well they knew it. And I worked swiftly from that moment. I gave the following week the first of a series of subscription b.a.l.l.s in the dancing hall above the Grill, and both Mrs. Belknap-Jackson and Mrs. Effie early enrolled themselves as patronesses, even after I had made it plain that I alone should name the guests.
The success of the affair was all I could have wished. Red Gap had become a social unit. Nor was appreciation for my leadership wanting.
There will be malcontents, I foresee, and from the informed inner circles I learn that I have already been slightingly spoken of as a foreigner wielding a sceptre over native-born Americans, but I have the support of quite all who really matter, and I am confident these rebellions may be put down by tact alone. It is too well understood by those who know me that I have Equality for my watchword.
I mean to say, at the next ball of the series I may even see that the fellow Hobbs has a card if I can become a.s.sured that he has quite freed himself from certain debasing cla.s.s-ideals of his native country. This to be sure is an extreme case, because the fellow is that type of our serving cla.s.s to whom equality is unthinkable. They must, from their centuries of servility, look either up or down; and I scarce know in which att.i.tude they are more offensive to our American point of view. Still I mean to be broad. Even Hobbs shall have his chance with us!
It is late June. Mrs. Ruggles and I are comfortably installed in her enlarged and repaired house. We have a fowl-run on a stretch of her free-hold, and the kitchen-garden thrives under the care of the j.a.panese agricultural labourer I have employed.
Already I have discharged more than half my debt to Cousin Egbert, who exclaims, "Oh, shucks!" each time I make him a payment. He and the Honourable George remain pally no end and spend much of their abundant leisure at Cousin Egbert"s modest country house. At times when they are in town they rather consort with street persons, but such is the breadth of our social scheme that I shall never exclude them from our gayeties, though it is true that more often than not they decline to be present.
Mrs. Ruggles, I may say, is a lady of quite amazing capacities combined strangely with the commonest feminine weaknesses. She has acute business judgment at most times, yet would fly at me in a rage if I were to say what I think of the nipper"s appalling grossness.
Quite naturally I do not push my unquestioned mastery to this extreme.
There are other matters in which I amusedly let her have her way, though she fondly reminds me almost daily of my brutal self-will.
On one point I have just been obliged to a.s.sert this. She came running to me with a suggestion for economizing in the manufacture of the relish. She had devised a cheaper formula. But I was firm.
"So long as the inventor"s face is on that flask," I said, "its contents shall not be debased a tuppence. My name and face will guarantee its purity."
She gave in nicely, merely declaring that I needn"t growl like one of their bears with a painful foot.
At my carefully mild suggestion she has just brought the nipper in from where he was cattying the young fowls, much to their detriment.
But she is now heaping compote upon a slice of thickly b.u.t.tered bread for him, glancing meanwhile at our evening newspaper.
"Ruggums always has his awful own way, doesn"t ums?" she remarks to the nipper.