Whether the money was to be used wise or not accordin" to our view was a problem that don"t worry me at all. Might have once, when I was dead sure my dope on things in gen"ral was the only true dope. But I"m getting over that, I hope, and allowin" other folks to have theirs now and then. In fact, I proceeded to forget this pair as quick as possible, like you try to shake a bad dream when you wake up in the night. And I warned J. Bayard that if he didn"t quit luggin" his punk philanthropy specimens into my studio I"d bar him out entirely.
Let"s see, that was early in the summer, and it must have been just before Labor Day that I broke away for a week or so to run up into the White Mountains and bring back Sadie and little Sully. First off Sadie was plannin" to come by train; but by the time I got there she"d changed her mind and wanted to tour back in the machine.
"It"s such gorgeous weather," says she, "and the leaves are turning so nicely! We"ll take three days for it, making short runs and stopping at night wherever we like."
"You mean," says I, "stoppin" wherever you can find an imitation Waldorf-Castoria."
"Not at all," says she. "And you know some of these little automobile inns are perfectly charming."
Well, that"s what brought us to this Sunset Lake joint the first night out. Somewhere in New Hampshire it was, or maybe Vermont. Anyway, it was right in the heart of the summer boarder belt, and it had all the usual vacation apparatus cluttered around,--tennis courts, bowling alleys, bathing floats, dancing pavilion, and a five-piece Hungarian orchestra, four parts kosher, that helped the crockery jugglers put the din in dinner.
It was a clean, well-kept place, though, and by the quality of the tomato bisque and the steamed clams that we started with I judged we was actually goin" to be surprised with some real food. We"d watched the last of the sunset glow fade out from the little toy lake, and while we was waitin" to see what the roast and vegetables might be like we gazed around at the dinner push that was filterin" in.
And what a job lot of humanity does have the coin to spend the summer, or part of it, at these four-a-day resorts! There"s middle-aged sports, in the fifties or over, some of "em with their fat, fussed-up wives, others with giddy young Number Twos; then there"s jolly, sunburned, comf"table lookin" fam"ly parties, includin" little Brother with the peeled nose, and Grandmother with her white lace cap. Also there"s quite a sprinklin" of widows, gay and otherwise, and the usual bunch of young folks, addin" lively touches here and there. All city people, you know, playin" at bein" in the country, but insistin" on Broadway food at Broadway prices.
Our waitress was just staggerin" in with a loaded tray, and Sadie was tryin" to induce little Sully not to give the college yell when he asked personal questions about folks at the next table, when I notices her glance curious at something over my head, then lower her eyes and sort of smile. Course I suspects something worth lookin" at might be floatin"
down the aisle; so I half swings around to get a view. And I"d no sooner got it than I wished I hadn"t been so curious; for the next second there comes, shrillin" sharp and raspy above the dinin" room clatter, a free and happy hail.
"Well, what do you know! Professor McCabe, ain"t it!"
Me--I just sat there and gawped. I don"t know as I could be blamed.
Course, I"d seen bunchy little blondes before; but this was the first time I"d ever seen one that had draped herself in a rainbow. That"s the only word for it. The thin, fluttery silk thing with the b.u.t.terfly sleeves is shaded from cream white to royal purple, and underneath is one of these Dolly Varden gowns of flowered pink, set off by a Roman striped sash two feet wide. And when you add to that such details as gold shoes, pink silk stockin"s, long pearl ear danglers, and a weird lid perched on a mountain of yellow hair--well, it"s no wonder I was sometime rememberin" where I"d seen them China-doll eyes before.
"Deary," she goes on, turnin" to what"s followin" her, "look who"s here!
Our old friend, the Profess!"
And with that she motions up a dignified old wreck dolled out in a white flannel suit and a red tie. If it hadn"t been for that touch of red too, he sure would have looked ghastly; for there was about as much color in his face as there was in his white buckskin shoes. But he steps up spry and active and shoves out a greetin" hand.
I ain"t got the nerve, either, to look at Sadie while I"m doin" the introducin". I was watchin" Mrs. Hackett Wells sort of fascinated and listenin" to her chatter on.
"Well, if this don"t froth the eggs!" says she, pattin" me chummy on the shoulder. "Havin" you show up like this! And, say, lemme put you wise,--here"s where you want to stick around for a week or so. Yea, Bo!
Perfectly swell bunch here, and something doin" every minute. Why, say, me and Deary has been here six weeks, and we"ve been havin" the time of our lives. Know what they call me here? Well, I"m the Hot Baby of Sunset Lake; and that ain"t any bellboy"s dream, either! I"m the one that starts things. Yes, and I keep "em goin" too. Just picked this place out from the resort ads in the Sunday edition; and it was some prize pick, believe me! "A quiet, refined patronage of exclusive people," the picture pamphlet puts it, and I says to Deary, "Me for that, with three wardrobe trunks full of glad rags." So you can tell your friend with the face privet that we got to the country after all. Did I miss my guess?
Never a miss! Why, say, some of these swell parties lives on West End avenue and the Drive, and I can call half of "em by their first names.
Can"t I, Deary?"
And Hackett Wells nods, smilin" at her fond and sappy.
"Drop round to the dancin" pavilion later," says she, "and watch me push him through the onestep. After that me and one of the boys is goin" to tear off a little Maxixe stuff that"ll be as good as a cabaret act, and about ten-thirt we"ll tease Deary into openin" a couple of quarts in the cafe. So long! Don"t forget, now!" And off she floats, noddin" cheerful right and left, and bein" escorted to her table by both head waiters.
I couldn"t stave off meetin" Sadie"s glance any longer. "Eh?" says I.
"Why, that"s only Mabel. Cunnin" little thing, ain"t she?"
"Shorty," demands Sadie, "where on earth did you ever meet such a person?"
Then, of course, I had to sketch out the whole story. It was high time; for Sadie"s lips was set more or less firm. But when she hears about J.
Bayard"s wise-boy plans for settlin" the Hackett Wells in some pastoral paradise, and how they got ditched by militant Mabel, she indulges in a grim smile.
"A brilliant pair of executors you and Mr. Steele are," says she, "if this is a sample of your work!"
"Ah, come, don"t be rough, Sadie!" says I. "It"s hard to tell, you know.
What"s the odds if they do have to go back to their little Eighth avenue flat next week? They"re satisfied. Anyway, Mabel is. She"s New York born and bred, she is, and now that she"s had her annual blow she don"t care what happens. Next year, if Deary hangs on, they"ll have another."
"But it"s so foolish of them!" insists Sadie.
"What else do you expect from a pair like that?" says I. "It"s what they want most, ain"t it? And there"s plenty like "em. No, they ain"t such bad folks, either. Their hearts are all there. Just a case of vacancy in the upper stories: n.o.body home, you know."
CHAPTER XI
UNDER THE WIRE WITH EDWIN
If you must know, I was doin" a social duck. Not that I ain"t more or less parlor broke by this time, or am apt to shy at a dinner coat, like a selfmade Tammany statesman when addressin" his fellow Peruvians.
Nothing like that! Pick out the right comp"ny, and I can get through quite some swell feed without usin" the wrong fork more"n once or twice.
I don"t mind little fam"ly gatherin"s at Pinckney"s or the Purdy-Pells"
now. I can even look a butler in the eye without feelin" shivery along the spine. But these forty-cover affairs at the Twombley-Cranes", with a dinner dance crush afterwards and a buffet supper at one-thirty A.M.--that"s where I get off.
Sadie likes to take "em in once in awhile, though, and as long as she"ll spend what there"s left of the night with friends in town, and don"t keep me hangin" round until the brewery trucks and milk wagons begin to get busy, I ain"t got any kick comin".
It was one of these fussy functions I was dodgin". I"d had my dinner at home, peaceable and quiet, while Sadie was dressin", and at that there was plenty of time left for me to tow her into town and land her at the Twombley-Cranes", where they had the sidewalk canopy out and an extra carriage caller on duty. I"d quit at the mat, though, and was slopin"
down the front steps, when I"m held up by this sharp-spoken old girl with the fam"ly umbrella and the string bonnet.
"Young man," says she, plantin" herself square in front of me, "is this Mr. Twombley-Crane"s house?"
"This is where it begins," says I, lookin" her over some amused; for that lid of hers sure was the quaintest thing on Fifth-ave.
"Humph!" says she. "Looks more like the way into a circus! What"s this thing for?" and she waves the umbrella scornful at the canopy.
"Why," says I, "this is to protect the guests from the rude stares of the common herd; also it"s useful in case of a shower."
"Of all things!" says she, sniffin" contemptuous.
"If you don"t like the idea," says I, "suppose I mention it to Mr.
Twombley-Crane? Maybe he"ll take it down."
"That"ll do, young man!" says she. "Don"t try to be smart with me! And don"t think I"m asking fool questions just out of curiosity! I"m related to Twombley-Crane."
"Eh?" says I, gawpin" at her.
"Cousin by marriage," says she.
"I--I take it all back then," says I. "Excuse my gettin" so gay. Come on a visit, have you?"
"Ye-e-es," says she hesitatin"; "that is, I s"pose we have. We ain"t made up our minds exactly."
"We?" says I, gazin" around.