There was a brief embarra.s.sed silence, and then North nodded to the new-comer, but the salutation was not returned.
"Well, good-by, Marsh!" he said, and turned to the door. As he brushed past the gambler their eyes met for an instant, and in that instant Gilmore"s face turned livid with rage.
"I"ll fix you for that, so help me G.o.d, I will!" he said, but North made no answer. He pa.s.sed down the hall, down the stairs, and out into the street.
McBride"s was directly opposite on the corner of High Street and the Square; a mean two-story structure of frame, across the shabby front of which hung a shabby creaking sign bearing witness that within might be found: "Archibald McBride, Hardware and Cutlery, Implements and Bar Iron." McBride had kept store on that corner time out of mind.
He was an austere unapproachable old man, having no relatives of whom any one knew; with few friends and fewer intimates; a rich man, according to the Mount Hope standard, and a miser according to the Mount Hope gossip, with the miser"s traditional suspicion of banks. It was rumored that he had hidden away vast sums of money in his dingy store, or in the closely-shuttered rooms above, where the odds and ends of the merchandise in which he dealt had acc.u.mulated in rusty and neglected heaps.
The old man wore an air of mystery, and this air of mystery extended to his place of business. It was dark and dirty and ill-kept. On the brightest summer day the sunlight stole vaguely in through grimy cobwebbed windows. The dust of years had settled deep on unused shelves and, in abandoned corners, and whole days were said to pa.s.s when no one but the ancient merchant himself entered the building. Yet in spite of the trade that had gone elsewhere he had grown steadily richer year by year.
When North entered the store he found McBride busy with his books in his small back office, a lean black cat asleep on the desk at his elbow.
"Good afternoon, John!" said the old merchant as he turned from his high desk, removing as he did so a pair of heavy steel-rimmed spectacles, that dominated a high-bridged nose which in turn dominated a wrinkled and angular face.
"I thought I should find you here!" said North.
"You"ll always find me here of a week-day," and he gave the young fellow the fleeting suggestion of a smile. He had a liking for North, whose father, years before, had been one of the few friends he had made in Mount Hope.
The Norths had been among the town"s earliest settlers, John"s grandfather having taken his place among the pioneers when Mount Hope had little but its name to warrant its place on the map. At his death Stephen, his only son, a.s.sumed the family headship, married, toiled, thrived and finished his course following his wife to the old burying-ground after a few lonely heart-breaking months, and leaving John without kin, near or far, but with a good name and fair riches.
"I have brought you those gas bonds, Mr. McBride," said North, going at once to the purpose of his visit.
The old merchant nodded understandingly.
"I hope you can arrange to let me have the money for them to-day,"
continued North.
"I think I can manage it, John. Atkinson and Judge Langham"s boy, Marsh, were just here and left a bit of cash. Maybe I can make up the sum."
While he was speaking, he had gone to the safe which stood open in one corner of the small office.
In a moment he returned to the desk with a roll of bills in his hands which he counted lovingly, placing them, one by one, in a neat pile before him.
"You"re still in the humor to go away?" he asked, when he had finished counting the money.
"Never more so!" said North briefly.
"What do you think of young Langham, John? Will he ever be as sharp a lawyer as the judge?"
"He"s counted very brilliant," evaded North.
He rather dreaded the old merchant when his love of gossip got the better of his usual reserve.
"I hadn"t seen the fellow in months to speak to until to-day. He"s a clever talker and has a taking way with him, but if the half I hear is true, he"s going the devil"s own gait. He"s a pretty good friend to Andy Gilmore, ain"t he--that horse-racing, card-playing neighbor of yours?"
He pushed the bills toward North. "Run them over, John, and see if I have made any mistake." He slipped off his gla.s.ses again and fell to polishing them with his handkerchief. "It"s all right, John?" he asked at length.
"Yes, quite right, thank you." And North produced the bonds from an inner pocket of his coat and handed them to McBride.
"So you are going to get out of this place, John? You"re going West, you say. What will you do there?" asked the old merchant as he carefully examined the bonds.
"I don"t know yet."
"I"m trusting you"re through with your folly, John; that your crop of wild oats is in the ground. You"ve made a grand sowing!"
"I have," answered North, laughing in spite of himself.
"You"ll be empty-handed I"m thinking, but for the money you take from here.""
"Very nearly so."
"How much have you gone through with, John, do you mind rightly?"
"Fifteen or twenty thousand dollars."
"A nice bit of money!" He shook his head and chuckled dryly. "It"s enough to make your father turn in his grave. He"s said to me many a time when he was a bit close in his dealings with me, "I"m, saving for my boy, Archie." Eh? But it ain"t always three generations from shirt-sleeves to shirt-sleeves; you"ve made a short cut of it! But you"re going to do the wise thing, John; you"ve been a fool here, now go away and be a man! Let all devilishness alone and work hard; that"s the antidote for idleness, and it"s overmuch of idleness that"s been your ruin."
"I imagine it is," said North cheerfully.
"You"ll be making a clever man out of yourself, John," McBride continued graciously. "Not a flash in the pan like your friend Marshall Langham yonder. It"s drink will do for him the same as it did for his grandfather, it"s in the blood; but that was before your time."
"I"ve heard of him; a remarkably able lawyer, wasn"t he?"
"Pooh! You"ll hear a plenty of nonsense talked, and by very sensible people, too, about most drunken fools! He was a spender and a profligate, was old Marshall Langham; a tavern loafer, but a man of parts. Yes, he had a bit of a brain, when he was sober and of a mind to use it."
One would scarcely have supposed that Archibald McBride, silent, taciturn, money-loving, possessed the taste for scandal that North knew he did possess. The old merchant continued garrulously.
"They are a bad lot, John, those Langhams, but it took the smartest one of the whole tribe to get the better of me. I never told you that before, did I? It was old Marshall himself, and he flattered me into loaning him a matter of a hundred dollars once; I guess I have his note somewhere yet. But I swore then I"d have no more dealings with any of them, and I"m likely to keep my word as long as I keep my senses. It"s the little things that p.r.i.c.k the skin; that make a man bitter. I suppose the judge"s boy has had his hand in your pocket? He looks like a man who"d be free enough with another"s purse."
But North shook his head.
"No, no, I have only myself to blame," he said.
"What do you hear of his wife? How"s the marriage turning out?" and he shot the young fellow a shrewd questioning glance.
"I know nothing about it," replied North, coloring slightly.
"She"ll hardly be publishing to the world that she"s married a drunken profligate--"
This did not seem to North to call for an answer, and he attempted none.
He turned and moved toward the front of the store, followed by the old merchant. At the door he paused.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. McBride!"
"It was no kindness, just a matter of business" said McBride hastily.
"I"m no philanthropist, John, but just a plain man of business who"ll drive a close bargain if he can."
"At any rate, I"m going to thank you," insisted North, smiling pleasantly. "Good-by," and he extended his hand, which the old merchant took.
"Good-by, and good luck to you, John, and you might drop me a line now and then just to say how you get on."