"I should be better than Mrs Prettyman, anyhow."
"I believe you"d make an A1 mayoress," said Denry.
"I should be frightfully nervous," she confidentially admitted.
"I doubt it," said he.
The fact was, that since her return to Bursley from the honeymoon, Nellie was an altered woman. She had acquired, as it were in a day, to an astonishing extent, what in the Five Towns is called "a nerve."
"I should like to try it," said she.
"One day you"ll have to try it, whether you want to or not."
"When will that be?"
"Don"t know. Might be next year but one. Old Barlow"s pretty certain to be chosen for next November. It"s looked on as his turn next. I know there"s been a good bit of talk about me for the year after Barlow. Of course, Bloor"s death will advance everything by a year. But even if I come next after Barlow it"ll be too late."
"Too late? Too late for what?"
"I"ll tell you," said Denry. "I wanted to be the youngest mayor that Bursley"s ever had. It was only a kind of notion I had a long time ago.
I"d given it up, because I knew there was no chance unless I came before Bloor, which of course I couldn"t do. Now he"s dead. If I could upset old Barlow"s apple-cart I should just be the youngest mayor by the skin of my teeth. Huskinson, the mayor in 1884, was aged thirty-four and six months. I"ve looked it all up this afternoon."
"How lovely if you _could_ be the youngest mayor!"
"Yes. I"ll tell you how I feel. I feel as though I didn"t want to be mayor at all if I can"t be the youngest mayor... you know."
She knew.
"Oh!" she cried, "do upset Mr Barlow"s apple-cart. He"s a horrid old thing. Should I be the youngest mayoress?"
"Not by chalks," said he. "Huskinson"s sister was only sixteen."
"But that"s only playing at being mayoress!" Nellie protested. "Anyhow, I do think you might be youngest mayor. Who settles it?"
"The Council, of course."
"n.o.body likes Councillor Barlow."
"He"ll be still less liked when he"s wound up the Bursley Football Club."
"Well, urge him on to wind it up, then. But I don"t see what football has got to do with being mayor."
She endeavoured to look like a serious politician.
"You are nothing but a cuckoo," Denry pleasantly informed her. "Football has got to do with everything. And it"s been a disastrous mistake in my career that I"ve never taken any interest in football. Old Barlow wants no urging on to wind up the Football Club. He"s absolutely set on it.
He"s lost too much over it. If I could stop him from winding it up, I might...."
"What?"
"I dunno."
She perceived that his idea was yet vague.
II
Not very many days afterwards the walls of Bursley called attention, by small blue and red posters (blue and red being the historic colours of the Bursley Football Club), to a public meeting, which was to be held in the Town Hall, under the presidency of the Mayor, to consider what steps could be taken to secure the future of the Bursley Football Club.
There were two "great" football clubs in the Five Towns--Knype, one of the oldest clubs in England, and Bursley. Both were in the League, though Knype was in the first division while Bursley was only in the second. Both were, in fact, limited companies, engaged as much in the pursuit of dividends as in the practice of the one ancient and glorious sport which appeals to the reason and the heart of England. (Neither ever paid a dividend.) Both employed professionals, who, by a strange chance, were nearly all born in Scotland; and both also employed trainers who, before an important match, took the teams off to a hydropathic establishment far, far distant from any public-house. (This was called "training.") Now, whereas the Knype Club was struggling along fairly well, the Bursley Club had come to the end of its resources. The great football public had practically deserted it. The explanation, of course, was that Bursley had been losing too many matches. The great football public had no use for anything but victories. It would treat its players like G.o.ds--so long as they won. But when they happened to lose, the great football public simply sulked. It did not kick a man that was down; it merely ignored him, well knowing that the man could not get up without help. It cared nothing whatever for fidelity, munic.i.p.al patriotism, fair play, the chances of war, or dividends on capital. If it could see victories it would pay sixpence, but it would not pay sixpence to a.s.sist at defeats.
Still, when at a special general meeting of the Bursley Football Club, Limited, held at the registered office, the Coffee House, Bursley, Councillor Barlow, J.P., Chairman of the Company since the creation of the League, announced that the Directors had reluctantly come to the conclusion that they could not conscientiously embark on the dangerous risks of the approaching season, and that it was the intention of the Directors to wind up the club, in default of adequate public interest-- when Bursley read this in the _Signal_, the town was certainly shocked. Was the famous club, then, to disappear for ever, and the football ground to be sold in plots, and the grand stand for firewood?
The shock was so severe that the death of Alderman Bloor (none the less a mighty figure in Bursley) had pa.s.sed as a minor event.
Hence the advertis.e.m.e.nt of the meeting in the Town Hall caused joy and hope, and people said to themselves: "Something"s bound to be done; the old club can"t go out like that." And everybody grew quite sentimental.
And although nothing is supposed to be capable of filling Bursley Town Hall except a political meeting and an old folk"s treat, Bursley Town Hall was as near full as made no matter for the football question. Many men had cheerfully sacrificed a game of billiards and a gla.s.s of beer in order to attend it.
The Mayor, in the chair, was a mild old gentleman who knew nothing whatever about football and had probably never seen a football match; but it was essential that the meeting should have august patronage and so the Mayor had been trapped and tamed. On the mere fact that he paid an annual subscription to the golf club, certain parties built up the legend that he was a true sportsman, with the true interests of sport in his soul.
He uttered a few phrases, such as "the manly game," "old a.s.sociations,"
"bound up with the history of England," "splendid fellows,"
"indomitable pluck," "dogged by misfortune" (indeed, he produced quite an impression on the rude and grim audience), and then he called upon Councillor Barlow to make a statement.
Councillor Barlow, on the Mayor"s right, was a different kind of man from the Mayor. He was fifty and iron-grey, with whiskers, but no moustache; short, stoutish, raspish.
He said nothing about manliness, pluck, history, or Auld Lang Syne.
He said he had given his services as Chairman to the football club for thirteen years; that he had taken up 2000 worth of shares in the Company; and that as at that moment the Company"s liabilities would exactly absorb its a.s.sets, his 2000 was worth exactly nothing. "You may say," he said, "I"ve lost that 2000 in thirteen years. That is, it"s the same as if I"d been steadily paying three pun" a week out of my own pocket to provide football matches that you chaps wouldn"t take the trouble to go and see. That"s the straight of it! What have I got for my pains? Nothing but worries and these!" (He pointed to his grey hairs.) "And I"m not alone; there"s others; and now I have to come and defend myself at a public meeting. I"m supposed not to have the best interests of football at heart. Me and my co-Directors," he proceeded, with even a rougher raspishness, "have warned the town again and again what would happen if the matches weren"t better patronised. And now it"s happened, and now it"s too late, you want to _do_ something! You can"t! It"s too late. There"s only one thing the matter with first-cla.s.s football in Bursley," he concluded, "and it isn"t the players. It"s the public--it"s yourselves. You"re the most craven lot of tom-fools that ever a big football club had to do with. When we lose a match, what do you do? Do you come and encourage us next time? No, you stop away, and leave us fifty or sixty pound out of pocket on a match, just to teach us better!
Do you expect us to win every match? Why, Preston North End itself"-- here he spoke solemnly, of heroes--"Preston North End itself in its great days didn"t win every match--it lost to Accrington. But did the Preston public desert it? No! _You_--you haven"t got the pluck of a louse, nor the faithfulness of a cat. You"ve starved your football club to death, and now you call a meeting to weep and grumble. And you have the insolence to write letters to the _Signal_ about bad management, forsooth! If anybody in the hall thinks he can manage this club better than me and my co-Directors have done, I may say that we hold a majority of the shares, and we"ll part with the whole show to any clever person or persons who care to take it off our hands at a bargain price. That"s talking."
He sat down.
Silence fell. Even in the Five Towns a public meeting is seldom bullied as Councillor Barlow had bullied that meeting. It was aghast. Councillor Barlow had never been popular: he had merely been respected; but thenceforward he became even less popular than before.
"I"m sure we shall all find Councillor Barlow"s heat quite excusable--"
the Mayor diplomatically began.
"No heat at all," the Councillor interrupted. "Simply cold truth!"
A number of speakers followed, and nearly all of them were against the Directors. Some, with prodigious memories for every combination of players in every match that had ever been played, sought to prove by detailed instances that Councillor Barlow and his co-Directors had persistently and regularly muddled their work during thirteen industrious years. And they defended the insulted public by a.s.serting that no public that respected itself would pay sixpence to watch the wretched football provided by Councillor Barlow. They shouted that the team wanted reconst.i.tuting, wanted new blood.
"Yes," shouted Councillor Barlow in reply; "And how are you going to get new blood, with transfer fees as high as they are now? You can"t get even an average good player for less than 200. Where"s the money to come from? Anybody want to lend a thousand or so on second debentures?"
He laughed sneeringly.
No one showed a desire to invest in second debentures of the Bursley F.C. Ltd.
Still, speakers kept harping on the necessity of new blood in the team, and then others, bolder, harped on the necessity of new blood on the board.