But just then Cornelia makes one last swipe, drops her tools, and steps back to take a view. We all quits to see what"s comin" next. Well, she looks and looks at that Lady Reacher she"s dug out, never sayin" a word; and before we knows it she"s slumped right down there in the snow, with both hands over her face, doin" the weep act like a kid.
In two shakes it was Sadie and Mrs. Purdy Pell to the rescue, one on each side, while the rest of us gawps on and looks foolish.
"What is it, you poor darling?" says Sadie.
Finally, after a good weep, Cornie unloosens her trouble. "Oh, oh!"
says she. "I just know it"s going to rain to-morrow!"
Now wouldn"t that give you a foolish fit?
"What of it?" says Sadie.
"That," says she, pointin" to the snow lady. "She"ll be gone forever.
Oh, it"s wicked, wicked!"
"Well," says I, "she"s too big to go in the ice box."
"Never mind, dear," says Mrs. Purdy Pell; "you shall stay right here and do another one, in solid marble. I"ll give you a thousand for a duplicate of that."
"And then you must do something for me," says Sadie.
"And me, too," says Mrs. d.i.c.ky Madison.
I didn"t wait to hear any more, for boostin" lady sculpturesses ain"t my reg"lar work. But, from all I hear of Cornelia Ann, she won"t paste labels in any broom fact"ry.
For your simple liver and slow quitter, art"s all right; but it"s a long shot, at that. What?
XVI
WHY FERDY DUCKED
Say, there"s no tellin", is there? Sometimes the quietest runnin"
bubbles blows up with the biggest bang. Now look at Ferdy. He was as retirin" and modest as a new lodge member at his first meetin". Why, he"s so anxious to dodge makin" a show of himself that when he comes here for a private course I has to lock the Studio door and post Swifty Joe on the outside to see that n.o.body b.u.t.ts in.
All the Dobsons is that way. They"re the kind of folks that lives on Fifth-ave., with the front shades always pulled down, and they shy at gettin" their names in the papers like it was bein" served with a summons.
Course, they did have their dose of free advertisin" once, when that Tootsy Peroxide bobbed up and tried to break old Peter Dobson"s will; but that case happened so long ago, and there"s been so many like it since, that hardly anybody but the Dobsons remembers it. Must have been a good deal of a jolt at the time, though; for as far as I"ve seen, they"re nice folks, and the real thing in the fat wad line, specially Ferdy. He"s that genteel and refined he has to have pearl grey boxin" gloves to match his gym. suit.
Well, I wa"n"t thinkin" any of him, or his set, havin" just had a session with a brewer"s son that I"ve took on durin" the dull season, when I looks out into the front office and sees my little old Bishop standin" there moppin" his face.
"h.e.l.lo, Bishop!" I sings out. "Thought you was in Newport, herdin" the flock."
"So I was, Shorty," says he, "until six hours ago. I came down to look for a stray lamb."
"Tried Wall Street?" says I.
"He is not that kind of a lamb," says the Bishop. "It is Ferdinand Dobson. Have you seen him recently?"
"What! Ferdy?" says I. "Not for weeks. They"re all up at their Lenox place, ain"t they?"
No, they wa"n"t. And then the Bishop puts me next to a little news item that hadn"t got into the society column yet. Ferdy, after gettin"
to be most twenty-five, has been hooked. The girl"s name was Alicia, and soon"s I heard it I placed her, havin" seen her a few times at different swell ranches where I"ve been knockin" around in the background. As I remembers her, she has one of these long, high toned faces, and a shape to match--not what you"d call a neck twister, but somethin" real cla.s.sy and high browed, just the sort you"d look for Ferdy to tag.
Seems they"d been doin" the lovey-dovey for more"n a year; but all on the sly, meetin" each other at afternoon teas, and now and then havin"
a ten-minute hand holdin" match under a palm somewhere. They was so cute about it that even their folks didn"t suspect it was a case of honey and honey boy; not that anyone would have raised a kick, but because Ferdy don"t want any fuss made about it.
When Alicia"s mother gets the facts, though, she writes a new program.
She don"t stand for springin" any quiet weddin"s on her set. She plans a big party, where the engagement bulletin is to be flashed on the screen reg"lar and proper, so"s folks can be orderin" their dresses and weddin" presents.
Ferdy balks some at the thought of bein" dragged to the centre of the stage; but he grits his teeth and tells "em that for this once they can go as far as they like. He even agrees to leave home for a week and mix it at a big house party, just to get himself broke in to meetin"
strangers.
Up to within two days of the engagement stunt he was behavin" lovely; and the next thing they knows, just when he should be gettin" ready to show up at Newport, he can"t be found. It has all the looks of his leavin" his clothes on the bank and jumpin" the night freight. Course, the Dobsons ain"t sayin" a word to Alicia"s folks yet. They gets their friends together to organise a still hunt for Ferdy; and the Bishop bein" one of the inside circle, he"s sent out as head scout.
"And I am at my wits" ends," says he. "No one has seen him in Newport, and I can"t find him at any of his clubs here."
"How about the Fifth-ave. mausoleum?" says I.
"His man is there," says the Bishop; "but he seems unable to give me any information."
"Does, eh?" says I. "Well, you take it from me that if anyone"s got a line on Ferdy, it"s that clam faced Kupps of his. He"s been trained so fine in the silence business that he hardly dares open his mouth when he eats. Go up there and put him through the wringer."
"Do what?" says the Bishop.
"Give him the headquarters quiz," says I. "Tell him you come straight from mother and sisters, and that Ferdy"s got to be found."
"I hardly feel equal to doing just that," says the Bishop in his mild way. "Now if you could only----"
"Why, sure!" says I. "It"d do me good to take a whirl out of that Englishman. I"ll make him give up!"
He"s a bird though, that Kupps. I hadn"t talked with him two minutes before I would have bet my pile he knew all about where Ferdy was roostin" and what he was up to; but when it come to draggin" out the details, you might just as well have been tryin" to pry up a pavin"
stone with a fountain pen. Was Ferdy in town, or out of town, and when would he be back? Kupps couldn"t say. He wouldn"t even tell how long it was since he had seen Ferdy last. And say, you know how pig headed one of them hen brained c.o.c.kneys can be? I feels my collar gettin"
tight.
"Look here, Hiccups!" says I. "You----"
"Kupps, sir," says he. "Thomas Kupps is my full nyme, sir."
"Well, Teacups, then, if that suits you better," says I. "You don"t seem to have got it into your head that the Bishop ain"t just b.u.t.tin"
in here for the fun of the thing. This matter of retrievin" Ferdy is serious. Now you"re sure he didn"t leave any private messages, or notes or anything of that kind?"
"Nothink of the sort, sir; nothink whatever," says Kupps.
"Well, you just show us up to his rooms," says I, "and we"ll have a look around for ourselves. Eh, Bishop?"