"Obed looks as if he knew somethin"," remarked Weeks. "What is it, Obed?"
Mr. Gott scornfully waved his hand.
"You fellers make me laugh," he said. "You talk and talk, but you don"t do nothin". I b"lieve in doin", myself. When I went home t"other night, thinks I: "There"s one man that might know somethin" "bout old Hardee, and that"s G.o.dfrey, the hotel man." So I wrote to G.o.dfrey up to Boston and I got a letter from him. Here "tis."
He read the letter aloud. Mr. G.o.dfrey wrote that he knew nothing about Major Hardee further than that he had been able to get nothing from him in payment for his board.
"So I seized his trunk," the letter concluded. "There was nothing in it worth mentioning, but I took it on principle. The Major told me a lot about writing to his attorneys for money, but I didn"t pay much attention to that. I"m afraid he"s an old fraud, but I can"t help liking him, and if I had kept on running my hotel I guess he would have got away scot-free."
"There!" exclaimed the triumphant Obed, with a sneer, "I guess that settles it, don"t it? Maybe you"d be willin" to turn your bills over to Squire Baker now."
But they were not willing. Higgins argued, and justly, that although the Major was in all probability a fraud, not even a lawyer could get water out of a stone, and that when a man had nothing, suing him was a waste of time and cash.
"Besides," he said, "there"s just a chance that he may have attorneys and property somewheres else. Let"s write him a letter and every one of us sign it, tellin" him that we"ll call on him Tuesday night expectin"
to be paid in full. If we call and don"t get any satisfaction, why, we ain"t any worse off, and then we can--well, run him out of town, if nothin" more."
So the letter was written and signed by every man there. It was a long list of signatures and an alarming total of indebtedness. The letter was posted that night.
The days that followed seemed long to Obed. He was ill-natured at home and ugly at the shop, and Polena declared that he was "gettin" so a body couldn"t live with him." Her own spirits were remarkably high, and Obed noticed that, as the days went by, she seemed to be unusually excited.
On Thursday she announced that she was going to Orham to visit her niece, one Sarah Emma Cahoon, and wouldn"t be back right off. He knew better than to object, and so she went.
That evening each of the signers of the letter to Major Hardee received a courteous note saying that the Major would be pleased to receive the gentlemen at the Hall. Nothing was said about payment.
So, after some discussion, the creditors marched in procession across the fields and up to "Silverleaf Hall."
"Hardee"s been to Orham to-day," whispered the keeper of the livery stable, as they entered the yard. "He drove over this mornin" and come back to-night."
"DROVE over!" exclaimed Obed, halting in his tracks. "He did? Where"d he get the team? I"ll bet five dollars you was soft enough to let him have it, and never said a word. Well, if you ain"t--By jimmy! you wait till I get at him! I"ll show you that he can"t soft soap me."
Augustus met them at the door and ushered them into the old-fashioned parlor. The Major, calm, cool, and imperturbably polite, was waiting to receive them. He made some observation concerning the weather.
"The day"s fine enough," interrupted Obed, pushing to the front, "but that ain"t what we come here to talk about. Are you goin" to pay us what you owe? That"s what we want to know."
The "gentleman of the old school" did not answer immediately. Instead he turned to the solemn servant at his elbow.
"Augustus," he said, "you may make ready." Then, looking serenely at the irate Mr. Gott, whose clenched fist rested under the center table, which he had thumped to emphasize his demands, the Major asked:
"I beg your pardon, my dear sir, but what is the total of my indebtedness to you?"
"Nineteen dollars and twenty-eight cents, and I want you to understand that--"
Major Hardee held up a slim, white hand.
"One moment, if you please," he said. "Now, Augustus."
Augustus opened the desk in the corner and produced an imposing stack of bank notes. Then he brought forth neat piles of halves, quarters, dimes, and pennies, and arranged the whole upon the table. Obed"s mouth and those of his companions gaped in amazement.
"Have you your bill with you, Mr. Gott?" inquired the Major.
Dazedly Mr. Gott produced the required doc.u.ment.
"Thank you. Augustus, nineteen twenty-eight to this gentleman. Kindly receipt the bill, Mr. Gott, if you please. A mere formality, of course, but it is well to be exact. Thank you, sir. And now, Mr. Higgins."
One by one the creditors shamefacedly stepped forward, received the amount due, receipted the bill, and stepped back again. Mr. Peters, the photographer, was the last to sign.
"Gentlemen," said the Major, "I am sorry that my carelessness in financial matters should have caused you this trouble, but now that you are here, a representative gathering of East Harniss"s men of affairs, upon this night of all nights, it seems fitting that I should ask for your congratulations. Augustus."
The wooden-faced Augustus retired to the next room and reappeared carrying a tray upon which were a decanter and gla.s.ses.
"Gentlemen," continued the Major, "I have often testified to my admiration and regard for your--perhaps I may now say OUR--charming village. This admiration and regard has extended to the fair daughters of the township. It may be that some of you have conscientious scruples against the use of intoxicants. These scruples I respect, but I am sure that none of you will refuse to at least taste a gla.s.s of wine with me when I tell you that I have this day taken one of the fairest to love and cherish during life."
He stepped to the door of the dining room, opened it, and said quietly, "My dear, will you honor us with your presence?"
There was a rustle of black silk and there came through the doorway the stately form of her who had been Mrs. Polena Ginn.
"Gentlemen," said the Major, "permit me to present to you my wife, the new mistress of "Silverleaf Hall.""
The faces of the ex-creditors were pictures of astonishment. Mr. Gott"s expressive countenance turned white, then red, and then settled to a mottled shade, almost as if he had the measles. Polena rushed to his side.
"O Obed!" she exclaimed. "I know we"d ought to have told you, but "twas only Tuesday the Major asked me, and we thought we"d keep it a secret so"s to s"prise you. Mr. Langworthy over to Orham married us, and--"
"My dear," her husband blandly interrupted, "we will not intrude our private affairs upon the patience of these good friends. And now, gentlemen, let me propose a toast: To the health and happiness of the mistress of "Silverleaf Hall"! Brother Obed, I--"
The outside door closed with a slam; "Brother Obed" had fled.
A little later, when the rest of the former creditors of the Major came out into the moonlight, they found their companion standing by the gate gazing stonily into vacancy. "Hen" Leadbetter, who, with Higgins, brought up the rear of the procession, said reflectively:
"When he fust fetched out that stack of money I couldn"t scarcely b"lieve my eyes. I begun to think that we fellers had put our foot in it for sartin, and had lost a mighty good customer; but, of course, it"s all plain enough NOW."
"Yes," remarked Weeks with a nod; "I allers heard that P"lena kept a mighty good balance in the bank."
"It looks to me," said Higgins slyly, "as if we owed Obed here a vote of thanks. How "bout that, Obed?"
And then Major Hardee"s new brother-in-law awoke with a jump.
"Aw, you go to gra.s.s!" he snarled, and tramped savagely off down the hill.
CHAPTER IX
THE WIDOW Ba.s.sETT
These developments, Major Hardee"s marriage and Mr. Gott"s discomfiture, overshadowed, for the time, local interest in the depot master"s house moving. This was, in its way, rather fortunate, for those who took the trouble to walk down to the lower end of the Boulevard were astonished to see how very slowly the moving was progressing.
"Only one horse, Sim?" asked Captain Hiram Baker. "Only one! Why, it"ll take you forever to get through, won"t it?"