He had glanced at the card, which said it was made by Miss Smith, and was about to announce that fact, feeling sure it would bring bidders, when he chanced to look at Eloise, whose face was nearly as white as the ap.r.o.n, and in whose eyes he saw an expression which checked the words.
But he had no idea of relinquishing the article, and misunderstood the motion of Jack"s hand to stop him.
"Now, give me an offer," he began,--"a first-rate one, too; none of your quarters, nor halves. Bid high and show you know something. "Tain"t every day you have a chance to buy as fine a thing as this. You who have wives, or daughters, or sisters, or sweethearts, or want it for yourselves, speak up! Walk up! Roll up! Tumble up! Any way to get up, only come up and bid!"
He was looking at Jack, whose face was as red as Eloise"s was pale.
"If the thing must be sold at auction it shall bring a good price, and I"ll get it, too," he thought.
Standing close to him was Tom Walker, who all the evening had hovered near Eloise.
"Tom," Jack said. "I have a sister, you know."
Tom didn"t know, but he nodded, and Jack went on: "That ap.r.o.n is the only thing I"ve seen that I really want for her. I am not worth a cent to bid. Will you do it for me?"
Tom nodded again, and Jack continued, "Well, start pretty high. Keep your eyes on me, and when I look at you raise the bid if there is any against you. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Tom answered, understanding more than Jack thought he did.
He guessed whose ap.r.o.n it was and did not believe much in the sister, but he had his instructions and waited for the signal. Howard had watched the sale of the spotted gown with a great deal of amus.e.m.e.nt, but was beginning to feel tired with standing so long, and was wondering when Jack proposed taking Eloise home. That he would go with them was a matter of course, and he was about to speak to Jack when Tim came in and the ap.r.o.n sale began. He had no idea whose it was until he saw the halt in Mr. Bills"s manner, and looked at Eloise. Then he knew, and knew, too, that nothing could get Jack away till the ap.r.o.n was disposed of.
That Jack would buy it he did not for a moment dream, for what could he do with it? "But yes, he is going to buy it," he thought, as he heard Jack"s instructions to Tom, "and I mean to have some fun with him, and run that ap.r.o.n up."
Close to him was Tim, and the sight of him put an idea into Howard"s mind. It would be jolly for Tom and Tim to bid against each other, while he and Jack backed them.
"Tim," he said, laying his hand on the boy"s arm, "I am going to buy that ap.r.o.n for Mrs. Amy, and I want you to bid for me against Tom Walker and everybody. I have no idea what it is worth, but when I squeeze your arm _so_, bid higher!"
He gave Tim"s arm a clutch so tight that the boy started away from him, saying, "Great Peter, don"t pinch like that! You hurt! "cause I"m in my shirt sleeves."
"All right. I"ll be more careful," Howard said. "Now begin, before Tom has time to open the ball."
"Yes, but-er, what-er shall I bid?" Tim stammered.
"How do I know? It"s Miss Smith"s, and on that account valuable. Go in with a dollar."
All this time Mr. Bills had been talking himself hoa.r.s.e over the merits of the ap.r.o.n, while his audience were watching Howard and Jack, with a feeling of certainty that they were intending to bid, but they were not prepared for Tim"s one dollar, which startled every one and none more so than his mother, who, having rolled up her spotted gown "in a _wopse_,"
as she said, and put it with her dish pan and towels, had come back in time to hear Tim"s astonishing bid. She could not see him for the crowd in front of her, but she could make him hear, and her voice was shrill and decided as she called out, "Timothy Biggs! Be you crazy? and where are you to get your dollar, I"d like to know!"
"Tell mother to mind her business! I know what I"m about!" Tim said to some one near him, while Mr. Bills rang the changes on that dollar with astonishing volubility, and Tom kept his eyes on Jack for a signal to raise.
Jack was taken by surprise, but readily understood that it was Howard against whom he had to contend and not Tim.
"All right, old chap," he whispered, then looked full at Tom, who, eager as a young race horse, shouted a dollar and a half!
"All right," Jack said again, and turned to Eloise on whose face there was now some color, as she began to share in the general excitement pervading the room and finding vent in laughter and cheers when Tom"s bid was raised to two dollars by Tim, and two and a quarter was as quickly shrieked by Tom. Everybody now understood the contest and watched it breathlessly, a great roar going up when Tim lost his head and mistaking a slight movement of Howard"s hand on his arm, raised his own bid from three dollars to three and a half!
"That"s right," Mr. Bills said; "you know a thing or two. We are getting well under way. Never enjoyed myself so well in my life. Three and a half! three and a half! Who says four?"
"I do," Tom yelled, his yell nearly drowned by the cheers of the spectators, some of whom climbed on chairs and tables to look at Tom and Tim standing, one next to Howard and the other next to Jack, with Eloise the central figure, her ermine cape thrown back, and drops of sweat upon her forehead and around her mouth.
She almost felt as if it were herself Howard and Jack were contending for instead of her ap.r.o.n, which Mr. Bills was waving in the air like a flag, with a feeling that he had nearly exhausted his vocabulary and didn"t know what next to say. Four dollars was a great deal for an ap.r.o.n, he knew, but he kept on ringing the changes on the four dollars,--a measly price for so fine an article, and for so good a cause as a Public Library. And while he talked and repeated his _going, going_, faster and faster, Tim stood like a hound on a leash fretting for a sign to raise.
"You ain"t goin" to be beat by Tom Walker, be you?" he said, in a whisper to Howard, who gave him a little squeeze, with the words "Go easy," spoken so low that Tim did not hear them, and at once raised the four dollars to four and a half, while quick as lightning Tom responded with five dollars.
Jack hadn"t really looked at him, but it did not matter. He was going to have the ap.r.o.n, and turning to Howard he said, "I don"t know how long you mean to keep this thing up. I am prepared to go on all night."
Howard felt sure he was and decided to stop, and his hand dropped from Tim"s shoulder quite to the disgust of that young man, who said, "You goin" to let "em lick us?"
"I think I"ll have to," Howard replied, while "Five dollars, and going!"
filled the room until the final "Gone!" was spoken, and the people gave gasps of relief that it was over.
"Sold for five dollars to Thomas Walker, who will please walk up to the captain"s office and pay," Mr. Bills said, handing the ap.r.o.n to Tom, who held it awkwardly, as if afraid of harming it.
"I guess it"s yourn," he said, giving it to Jack, who knew as little what to do with it as Tom.
Ruby came to his aid and took it from him. She had watched the performance with a great deal of interest, comprehending it perfectly and feeling in a way sorry for Eloise, whose lips quivered a little when she went up to her, and bending over her said, "You should feel complimented, but I"m afraid you are very tired."
"Yes, very tired and warm. I want to get into the fresh air," Eloise said, shivering as if she were cold instead of warm.
Jack had gone to the cashier"s desk to pay for the ap.r.o.n, and Tom undertook the task of getting the wheel chair through the crowd, running against the people promiscuously, if they impeded his progress, and caring little whom he hit if he got Eloise safely outside the door. The night was at its best, almost as light as day, as they emerged from the hot, close room, and Eloise drew long breaths of the cool air which blew up fom the sea, the sound of whose waves beating upon the sh.o.r.e could be heard even above the din of voices inside the building. The auction was still going on, and Mr. Bills was doing his best, but the interest flagged with the sale of the ap.r.o.n and the breaking up of the group which had attracted so much attention. Even Mrs. Biggs"s grandmother"s bra.s.s kettle, on which so many hopes were built, failed to create more than a ripple, as Mr. Bills rang changes upon it both with tongue and knuckles, and when his most eloquent appeals could not raise a higher bid than ten cents, it was withdrawn by the disgusted widow, who put it aside with her dish pan and towels and gown, and then went to find Tim to take them home.
Howard had been called by Ruby into the room where Amy"s dresses were lying in the boxes just as they came, and asked what they were to do with them.
"We could not offer them for sale, and she does not want them back," she said.
"Send them to the Colonel. She"ll never know it, and the chance is will never think of them again," Howard said, and then hurried outside to where Eloise was still waiting and talking to Tom.
"That ap.r.o.n went first rate," he said. "You must have felt glad they thought so much of you, "cause "twas you and not the ap.r.o.n, though that was pretty enough."
"Oh!" Eloise replied, drawing her ermine cape around her shoulders, "I don"t know whether I was glad or not. I felt as if I were being sold to the highest bidder."
"That"s so," Tom said. "It was something like it. Ain"t you glad "twas Mr. Harcourt bought you instead of t"other?"
Eloise laughed as she replied, "Why, Thomas, it was _you_ who bought me!
Have you forgotten?"
She seemed so much in earnest that for a moment Tom thought she was, and said, "You ain"t so green as not to know that "twas Mr. Harcourt eggin"
me on,--winkin" to me when to raise, and tellin" me to go high! You are his"n, and I"m glad on"t! I like him better than t"other; ain"t so big feelin". Here they come, both on "em."
Howard had finished his business with Ruby Ann, and Jack had paid his five dollars and received the ap.r.o.n, slightly mussed, but looking fairly well in the box in which they put it. A good many people were leaving the rooms again, and among them Tim, laden with his mother"s dish pan and towels, and dress and bra.s.s kettle, and one or two articles which she had bought.
"Hallo, Tim! You look some like a pack horse," Tom said, but Tim did not answer.
He was very tired, for with so many calling upon him through the day and evening; he had run miles and received only seventy cents for it. He was chagrined that he had raised his own bid, and wondered Tom did not chaff him. It would come in time, he knew, and he felt angry at Tom, and angry with the bra.s.s kettle and dish pan and dress which kept him from wheeling Eloise instead of Tom, who, when they finally started, took his place behind the chair as a matter of course, while Howard and Jack walked on either side. It was a splendid night, and when Mrs. Biggs"s house was reached Howard and Jack would gladly have lingered outside talking to Eloise, if they could have disposed of the boys. But the boys were not inclined to be disposed of. Tom had become somebody in his own estimation, and intended to stay as long as the young men did, while Tim, having found the key, this time instead of entering by the pantry window, unlocked the door, deposited his goods, and then came back, saying to Eloise with a good deal of dignity for him, "Shall I take you in?"
"Yes, please. I think it"s time," she said, and Howard and Jack knew they were dismissed. "Thank you all so much for everything," she continued, giving her hand to each of them in turn, and pressing Tom"s a little in token of the good feeling she felt sure was established between them.
It was not long before Mrs. Biggs came home, rather crestfallen that her spotted gown and bra.s.s kettle had not been more popular, but jubilant over the sale, the proceeds of which, so far as known when she left, were over two hundred and fifty dollars.
"Never was anything like it before in Crompton," she said, as she helped Eloise to her bed lounge. "That ap.r.o.n sale beat all. Them young men didn"t care for the ap.r.o.n, of course, except that it was yours, and what Mr. Harcourt will do with it I don"t know. Said he was goin" to send it to his sister. Maybe he is. He paid enough for it. Five dollars! I was in hopes they"d run it up to ten! and I was sorry when "twas over. Mr.
Bills kinder wilted after you all went out, and the whole thing flatted.