"Sam Graham telegraphing! Do you know; who to, Tracey?" Roland"s superiority is wearing thin under contact with his curiosity. This surprising bit of news makes him distinctly more affable and inclined to lower himself to the social level of the son of the livery-stable keeper.
As for myself, I am inclined to lean out of the window and call Tracey up, lest he get out of hearing before I hear the rest of it.
Fortunately I am not thus obliged to compromise my dignity. The two are at pause.
"Gimme a cigarette "nd I"ll tell you," bargains Tracey shrewdly. "Lew Parker told me after Sam"d gone."
The deal is put through promptly.
"He was telegraphin" to--Got a match?"
For once I am in sympathy with Roland, whose tone betrays his desire to wring Tracey"s exasperating neck.
"Aw, he was only telegraphing to Gresham an" Jones for some sody water syrups."
"Where"d he get the money?" There"s fine scorn in Roland"s comment.
"I dunno, but he handed Lew a five-dollar bill to pay for the message."
"Well, if Sam Graham"s got any money he"d better hold on to it, instead of buying sody-water syrups. I guess Blinky Lockwood"ll get after him when he finds it out. He owes Blinky a note at the bank and it"s coming due in a day or two and Blinky ain"t going to renew, neither."
"Sam seemed cheerful "nough. Anyhow, it ain"t my funeral."
I have now something to think about, indeed, and am more than half inclined to stroll up to Graham"s and find out what has happened, on my own account, when the voices of Hi Nutt and Watty the tailor drift up to me. The cronies are coming down for their regular afternoon session on the Post Office benches--a function which takes place daily, just as soon as the sun gets round behind the building, so that the seats are shaded. And I pause, true to the ethics of journalism; it"s my duty not to leave just yet.
Surprisingly enough these two likewise are discussing Sam Graham. At least I can deduce nothing else from Hiram"s first words, though their subject is for the moment nameless.
"Yes, sir; he"s the poorest man in this town."
"Yes," Watty quavers; "yes, I guess he be."
"An" he"s got no more business sense _into_ him than G.o.d give a goose."
"No, I guess he ain"t."
"Why, look at the way things has run down at his store since Margaret died. She kept things a-runnin" while she was alive."
"Yes, she was a fine woman, Margaret Bohun was."
"An" they ain"t no doubt about it, Sam had money into the bank when she died. But ever sinst then it"s been all go out and no come in with him.
He keeps fussin" and fussin" with them inventions of his, but no one ever heard tell of his gettin" anything out of "em."
"And what"d he do with all the money he had when Margaret died?"
"Spent it, what he didn"t lend and give away and lose endorsin" notes for his friends and then havin" to pay "em. An" speakin" of notes, I heard Roland Barnette say, t"other day, that old Sam had a note comin"
due to the bank, an" Blinky wasn"t goin" to renew it any more."
""Course Sam can"t pay it."
"Certainly he can"t. I was in his store day before yestiddy an" they wasn"t n.o.body come in for nothin" while I was there. He don"t do no business to speak of."
"How long was you there, Hi?"
"From nine o"clock to noon."
"What doin"?"
"Nuthin"; jes" settin" round."
"I seen him to-day goin" into the bank. Guess he must"ve gone to see Lockwood "bout thet note."
"Well, I don"t envy him his call on Blinky Lockwood none."
"Mebbe he went in to deposit his coupons," Watty chuckled.
Hiram snorted and there was silence while he filled and lit his pipe.
"I hearn tell this mornin"," he resumed, "that Josie Lockwood"s goin"
to give a party next week."
"Yes, I hearn it too. Angie Tuthill was talkin" "bout it to Mame Garrison up to Leonard and Call"s. She said they was goin" to have the biggest time this town ever see. Goin" to decyrate the grounds with lanterns an" have ice cream sent from Phillydelphy, and cakes, too.
Can"t make out what"s come into Blinky to let that gal of his waste money like that."
"I figger," says Hiram after a sapient pause, "she must be gettin" it up for thet New York dood."
"Duncan?"
"Uh-huh."
"I didn"t know he was "quainted with the Lockwoods."
"I didn"t know he was "quainted with n.o.body."
"n.o.body "ceptin" Homer Littlejohn an" Hetty Carpenter, an" they don"t seem to know much about him. I call him darn cur"us. Hetty says he allus a-settin" in his room, a-studyin" an" a-studyin" an" a-studyin"."
"He goes walkin" mornin"s, Hetty told me."
"Wal, he don"t come downtown much. n.o.body hardly ever sees him "cept to church."
Hiram ponders this profoundly, finally delivering himself of an opinion which he has never forsaken. "I claim he"s a s"picious character."
"Don"t look to me as though he knew "nough to be much of anythin"."
"Wal, now, if he"s a real student an" they ain"t no outs "bout him, what in tarnation"s he doin" here? Thet"s jest what I"d like to have somebody tell me, Watty."
"Hetty sez he sez he wants a quiet place to study."
Hiram snorts with scorn. "Oh, fid-del! You don"t catch no Noo York young feller a-settlin" down in Radville unless he"s crazy or somethin"
worse."
""Tain"t no use tellin" Hetty Carpenter thet." "No; if anybody sez a word agin him she shets "em right up."