I expect I wouldn"t have noticed Forsythe particular if it hadn"t been for Mrs. Robert. It takes all kinds, you know, to make up a week-end house-party bunch; and in these days, when specimens of the razor-usin"
s.e.x are so scarce--well, that"s when half portions like this T. Forsythe Hurd get by as full orders.
Besides, Mrs. Robert had meant well. Her idea was to make the Captain"s 48-hour sh.o.r.e leave as gay and lively as possible. She"d had a hard time roundin" up any of his friends, too. Hence Forsythe. One of these slim, fine-haired, well manicured parlor Pomeranians, Forsythe is--the kind who raves over the sandwiches and whispers perfectly killin" things to the ladies as he flits about at afternoon teas.
We were up at the Ellinses", Vee and me, fillin" out at Sat.u.r.day luncheon, when Mr. Robert drifts in, about an hour behind schedule. You know, he"s commandin" one of these coast patrol boats. Some of "em are converted steam yachts, some are sea-goin" tugs, and then again some are just old menhaden fish-boats painted gray with a few three-inch guns stuck around on "em casual. And this last is the sort of craft Mr.
Robert had wished on him.
Seems there"d been some weather off the Hook for the last few days, and, with a fresh U-boat scare on, him and his reformed glue barge had been havin" anything but a merry time. I don"t know how the old fish-boat stood it, but Mr. Robert showed that he"d been on more or less active service. He had a three days" growth of stubble on his face, his navy uniform was wrinkled and brine-stained, and the knuckles on one hand were all barked up.
"Why, Robert!" says young Mrs. Ellins, as she wriggles out of the clinch and gives him the once-over. "You"re a sight."
"Sorry, my dear," says Mr. Robert; "but the beauty parlor on the _Narcissus_ wasn"t working when I left. But if you can give me half an hour to----"
He got it. And when he shows up again in dry togs and with his face mowed he"s almost fit to mingle with the guests. It was about then that T. Forsythe was pullin" his star act at the salad bowl. Course, when you have only ordinary people around, you let the kitchen help do such things. But when Forsythe is present he"s asked to mix the salad dressin".
So there is Forsythe, wearin" a jade-green tie to match the color of the salad bowl, surrounded by cruets and pepper grinders and paprika bottles, and manipulatin" his own special olivewood spoon and fork as dainty and graceful as if he was conductin" an orchestra.
"Oh, I say, Jevons," says he, signalin" the Ellinses" butler, "have someone conduct a clove of garlic to the back veranda, slice it, and gently rub it on a crust of fresh bread. Then bring me the bread. And do you mind very much, Mrs. Ellins, if I have those Papa Gontier roses removed? They clash with an otherwise perfect color scheme, and you"ve no idea how sensitive I am to such jarring notes. Besides, their perfume is so beastly obtrusive. At times I"ve been made quite ill by them.
Really."
"Take them away, Jevons," says Mr. Robert, smotherin" a sarcastic smile.
"Huh!" grumbles Mr. Robert. "What a rotter you are, Forsythe. If I could only get you aboard the _Narcissus_ for a ten-day cruise! I"d introduce you to perfumes, the sort you could lean up against. You know, when a boat has carried mature fish for----"
"Please, Bob!" protests Forsythe. "We admit you"re a hero, and that you"ve been saving the country, but don"t let"s have the disgusting details; at least, not when the salad dressing is at its most critical stage."
Havin" said which, Forsythe proceeds to finish what was for him a hard day"s work.
Discussin" his likes and dislikes was Forsythe"s strong hold, and, if you could believe him, he had more finicky notions than a sanatorium full of nervous wrecks. He positively couldn"t bear the sight of this, the touch of that, and the sound of the other thing. The rustle of a newspaper made him so fidgety he could hardly sit still. The smell of boiled cabbage made him faint. Someone had sent him a plaid necktie for Christmas. He had ordered his man to pick it up with the fire-tongs and throw it in the ash-can. Things like that.
All through luncheon we listened while Forsythe described the awful agonies he"d gone through. We had to listen. You can guess what a joy it was. And, all the time, I could watch Mr. Robert gettin" sorer and sorer.
"Entertainin" party, eh?" I remarks on the side, as we escapes from the dinin"-room.
"Forsythe," says Mr. Robert, "is one of those persons you"re always wanting to kick and never do. I could generally avoid him at the club, but here----"
Mr. Robert shrugs his shoulders. Then he adds:
"I say, Torchy, you have clever ideas now and then."
"Who, me?" says I. "Someone"s been kiddin" you."
"Perhaps," says he; "but if anything should occur to you that might help toward putting Forsythe in a position where real work and genuine discomfort couldn"t be dodged--well, I should be deeply grateful."
"What a cruel thought!" says I. "Still, if a miracle like that could be pulled, it would be entertainin" to watch. Eh?"
"Especially if it had to do with handling cold, slippery things,"
chuckles Mr. Robert, "like iced eels or pickles."
Then we both grins. I was tryin" to picture Forsythe servin" a sentence as helper in a fish market or a.s.sistant stirrer in a soap fact"ry. Not that anything like that could happen through me. Who was I to interfere with a brilliant drawin"-room performer like him? Honest, with Forsythe scintillatin" around, I felt like a Bolsheviki of the third cla.s.s. And yet, the longer I watched him, the more I mulled over that hint Mr.
Robert had thrown out.
I was still wonderin" if I was all hollow above the eyes, when our placid afternoon gatherin" is busted complete by a big cream-colored limousine rollin" through the porte-cochere and a new arrival breezin"
in. From the way Jevons swells his chest out as he helps her shed the mink-lined motor coat, I guessed she must be somebody important.
"Why, it"s Miss Gorman!" whispers Vee.
"Not _the_ Miss Gorman--Miss Jane?" I says.
Vee nods, and I stretches my neck out another kink. Who wouldn"t? Not just because she"s a society head-liner, or the richest old maid in the country, but because she"s such a wonder at gettin" things done. You know, I expect--Red Cross work, suffrage campaignin", Polish relief.
Say, I"ll bet if she could be turned loose in Mexico or Russia for a couple of months, she"d have things runnin" as smooth as a directors"
meetin" of the Standard Oil.
Look at the things she"s put through, since the war started, just by crashin" right in and stayin" on the job. They say she keeps four secretaries with their suitcases packed, ready to jump into their travelin" clothes and slide down the pole when she pushes the buzzer b.u.t.ton.
And now she"s makin" straight for Mr. Robert.
"What luck!" says she. "I wasn"t at all sure of finding you. How much leave have you? Only until Monday morning? Oh, you overworked naval officers! But you must find some men for me, Robert; two, at least. I need them at once."
"Might I ask, Miss Jane," says he, "if any particular qualifications are----"
"What I would like," breaks in Miss Gorman, "would be two active, intelligent young men with some initiative and executive ability. You see, I am giving a going away dinner for some soldiers of the Rainbow Division who are about to be sent to the transports. It"s an official secret, of course. No one is supposed to know that they are going to sail soon, but everyone does know. None of their friends or relatives are to be allowed to be there to wish them G.o.d-speed or anything like that, and they need cheering up just now. So I arrange one of these dinners when I can. My plans for this one, however, have been terribly rushed."
"I see," says Mr. Robert. "And it"s perfectly bully of you, Miss Jane.
Splendid! I suppose there"ll be a hundred or so."
"Six eighty," says she, never battin" an eye. "We are not including the officers--only privates. And we don"t want one of them to lift a finger for it. They"ve had enough fatigue duty. This time they"re to be guests--honored guests. I have permission from the Brigadier in command.
We are to have one of the mess halls for a whole day. The chef and waiters have been engaged, too. And an orchestra. But there"ll be so many to manage--the telling of who to go where, and seeing that the entertainers don"t get lost, and that the little dinner favors are put around, and all those details. So I must have help."
I could see Mr. Robert rollin" his eyes around for me, so I steps up.
Just from hearin" her talk a couple of minutes I"d caught the fever.
That"s a way she has, I understand. So the next thing I knew I"d been patted on the shoulder and taken on as a volunteer.
"Precisely the sort of a.s.sistant I was hoping for," says Miss Gorman. "I can tell by his hair. I know just what I shall ask him to do. But there"ll be so much more; decorating the tables, and----"
Here I nudges Mr. Robert. "How about Forsythe?" I suggests.
"Eh?" says he. "Why--why---- By Jove, though! Why not? Oh, I say, Forsythe! Just a moment."
Maybe the same thought struck him as had come to me, which is that helpin" Miss Jane give a blowout to near seven hundred soldiers wouldn"t be any rest-cure stunt. She"s rated at about ninety horse-power herself, when she"s speeded up, and anybody that happens to be on her staff has got to keep movin" in high. They"d have to be ready to tackle anything that turned up, too.
But, to hear Mr. Robert explain it to Forsythe, you"d think it was just that his fame as an arranger of floral center-pieces had spread until Miss Gorman has decided n.o.body else would do.
"Although, heaven knows, I never suspected you could be really useful, Forsythe," says Mr. Robert. "But if Miss Jane thinks you"d be a help----"
"Oh, I am sure Mr. Hurd would be the very one," puts in Miss Gorman.