The wind and sun had heightened Tunis Latham"s naturally florid complexion to about as deep a red as can easily be imagined, but he felt the back of his neck and his ears burning as he approached the counter to which he was directed. A girl had detached herself from a group at the farther end, and now came toward him. All that he first saw clearly, however, was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind the counter. They were not violet eyes.
The girl who owned those twinkling, needle-sharp eyes was nothing like that girl he had been thinking of so much since his previous visit to Boston. She was rather small, dressed in the extreme mode in a cheap way, wearing a tawdry gilt chain, several rings, and a wrist watch. There was something about her which reminded Tunis very strongly of the girls of Portygee Town, although she was a p.r.o.nounced blonde.
Her hair was really her only attractive possession. Those sharp brown eyes did not please Tunis Latham at all. And there was a certain smart boldness in her manner, too, which caused him a distinct feeling of repugnance.
He plunged into his errand with all the boldness that a bashful man usually displays when he finally gets his courage to the sticking point.
"You are Miss Bostwick?" he asked.
"What kind of lace--goodness! Who are you?" asked the girl, her stilted, saleslady manner changing to amazement with surprising suddenness.
"I live at Big Wreck Cove. I guess you"ve heard of it," said Tunis.
"Big Wreck Cove? Do tell!" Her eyes danced. "You"re from down on the Cape, then. I guess you want some lace for your wife. What kind did she send you for?"
Tunis brushed this aside bluntly.
"I don"t want any lace," he told her. "I come from your aunt, Mrs.
Ira Ball."
"My aunt? Fancy!"
"She has heard about you," went on Tunis. "I guess she thought a heap of your mother. She--she"d like to see you, Mrs. Ball would."
The girl patted her hair into place with a languid hand. Her lips parted in a teasing smile. This "hick" really amused her.
"Just to think! Would she?" she drawled. "Is she in town?"
"Who? Mrs. Ball? I should say not. She"s down at Big Wreck Cove, I tell you."
"Oh, really? I thought by the way you spoke she was outside--in her car." She tossed her head with that same tantalizing smile, almost a grimace. "What did you want to tell me?"
Tunis realized that he could not talk to her here, after all. The idle girls at the end of the counter were already whispering, and their smiles were poignant javelins of ridicule. The captain of the _Seamew_ knew that he was far beyond his depth.
"Where can I talk to you?" he asked.
"I get away for my lunch hour in a few minutes. I could talk to you then. But us girls ain"t supposed to entertain our friends at the counter." She flashed him another amused and quite comprehending glance.
"I"ve a message for you from Aunt Prue and the captain. Captain Ira Ball. He"s her husband," explained Tunis jerkily.
"Oh, really? Mr. Judson is coming this way." She flirted open a card of cheap lace lying on the counter. "Won"t this do, sir?"
"Cat"s foot! I don"t want any lace," growled the captain of the _Seamew_.
"And I don"t want to lose my job," rejoined the girl sharply.
"Where"ll I meet you so we can talk?"
"At twelve forty-five," hissed the girl out of the corner of her mouth, beginning to wind up the lace again. "Back entrance to the store." Then, aloud: "Sorry, sir. We haven"t any cheaper quality in that pattern."
He knew she was ridiculing him. He was cognizant, however, of the department head"s hard stare and the amused glances of the other saleswomen. He strode out of the store, and on the sidewalk halted to mop his face and neck with a blue-bordered handkerchief.
"She"s as sa.s.sy as a chipmunk. I declare! What would Cap"n Ira and Aunt Prue do with a girl like her around the house? And the way she"s dressed!"
In his mind the idea germinated that he would be doing a far better thing if he did not go around to the employees" door and wait for Ida May Bostwick. What sort of life would she lead the two old people down there on Wreckers" Head? He actually shrank from being a party to such an arrangement.
Not for a moment did he think that Miss Bostwick might not jump at the chance to change her place of residence from a South End lodging house to the Ball homestead overlooking Big Wreck Cove and the sea.
He had seen that she was afraid of her boss in the store. The rules there must be very strict. He had noted that everything about the girl, her apparel and her ornaments, was cheap and tawdry. She must be both poor and unhappy. Why should she not jump at the chance of bettering herself?
What would Cap"n Ira say when he caught his first glimpse of that painted and powdered face? How could good Aunt Prue take to her heart the bold, jeering shopgirl, evidently born and bred as far from the old standards of Cape Cod breeding as could be imagined? No matter how fine a girl Sarah Honey was, her daughter was of a cheap city type.
But Tunis Latham did not stand in the position of a judge. He had not been told to use his powers of observation before placing the b.a.l.l.s" offer before Ida May Bostwick. He had no discretion in the matter at all.
So he went around to the street behind Hoskin & Marl"s at the required time and spent five or ten minutes backed up against a blank wall under the sharp scrutiny of every girl who hurried out of the big store on her way to lunch. Ida May came, at last.
Tunis Latham in his go-ash.o.r.e uniform and cap was no unsightly figure. A stern tranquillity of countenance lent him dignity. He attracted a certain respect wherever he went, but, as has been said, there was nothing harsh in his appearance.
The girl gave him an appraising scrutiny as she walked toward him.
While covering those few yards she made up her mind about Tunis on several points. One was that she would not lunch this noon at any cafeteria or automat!
"Really," she said, with downcast glance, as the man got into step beside her, "I don"t feel that I know you well enough to talk to you at all, Mister--Mister--"
"My name"s Tunis Latham. I"m owner and skipper of the schooner _Seamew_. I live right handy to your uncle and aunt."
"Goodness! You don"t mean I"ve got an uncle and aunt down there on the Cape? I never heard of them."
"They are your great-uncle and great-aunt. Aunt Prue must have been your mother"s own aunt."
"So you are my Cousin--er--Tunis?"
His face flamed and he did not look at her.
"That doesn"t follow," he said. "Aunt Prue is my aunt only in a manner of speaking. But she is your blood relation."
"Yes? I suppose she"s a dear old soul?"
"They are mighty nice folks," Tunis replied stoutly. "As nice as any in all Barnstable County."
"But--er--sort of simple?"
The girl asked it with a perfectly innocent countenance. Tunis flashed her a look that showed comprehension.
"Just about as simple as I am," he said.
"Oh!"
"Where"ll we go to eat?" he asked cheerfully, considering that he had the best of it so far.
They came out upon Tremont Street and now started downtown. He desired to get no nearer to that eating house on Scollay Square. At least, not with his present companion.