Dr. Harpe lifted a shoulder.
"She"d better have my friendship than my enmity, even if she has a temper."
"Essie"s mighty well liked here," Mrs. Terriberry returned quickly.
"Popularity is a mighty uncertain a.s.set in a small town."
"Don"t forget that yourself, Doc," returned Mrs. Terriberry, nettled by her tone.
Dr. Harpe laughed good-naturedly; she had no desire to antagonize Mrs.
Terriberry.
She watched the Dago Duke hold up a warning finger as Essie placed the heavy hotel dishes before him.
"Be careful, Miss, be very careful not to nick this fragile ware. As a lover of ceramic art, it would pain me to see it injured."
The girl dimpled, and, in spite of herself, burst into a trill of laughter which was so merry and contagious that the grave stranger beside him looked up at her with an interested and amused smile as though seeing her for the first time.
"Breakfasting at the Terriberry House was a pleasure which seemed a long way off last night," observed the Dago Duke without embarra.s.sment. "You heard the imprisoned bird singing for his liberty? Music to soothe the savage breast of your sheriff. When I am myself I can converse in five languages; when I am drunk it is my misfortune to be able only to sing or holler. Your jail is a disgrace to Crowheart; I"ve never been in a worse one. The mattress is lumpy and the pillow hard; I was voicing my protest."
"I don"t care why you sing so long as you sing," said Essie, dimpling again. "It was beautiful, but isn"t it bad for your health to get so--drunk?"
"Not at all," returned the Dago Duke airily. "Look at me--fresh as a rock-rose with the dew on it!"
Again the grave stranger smiled but rather at Essie Tisdale"s laughter than his companion"s brazen humor.
He interested Dr. Harpe, this other stranger, and as soon as her breakfast was finished she looked for his name upon the register.
"Ogden Van Lennop," she read, and his address was a little town in the county. She shook her head and said to herself: "He never came from this neck of the woods. Another black sheep, I wonder?"
Dr. Harpe lost no time in agitating the subject of a church and it tickled Crowheart"s risibilities, since she was the last person to be suspected of spiritual yearnings--her personality seeming incongruous with religious fervor. But while they laughed it was with good-nature and approval for it merely confirmed them in their opinion that with all her idiosyncrasies she was at heart what she liked to be considered, "a rough diamond," sympathetic and kind of heart underneath her blunt candor. That she had never been known to refuse a drink to the knowledge of any inhabitant was one of the stock jokes of the town, yet it was never urged against her. Already she had come to be pointed out to strangers with a kind of affectionate pride as a local celebrity--a "character." She had a strong attraction for the women of Crowheart--an attraction that amounted to fascination. Her stronger personality overshadowed theirs as her stronger will dominated them. She quickly became a leader among them, and her leadership aroused no jealousy. They quoted her rude speeches as characteristic bits of wit and laughed at her uncouth manners. Her callousness pa.s.sed for the confidence of knowledge.
"She"s so different," they told each other. "She"s a law unto herself."
Yet the most timid among them had less fear of Public Opinion than Dr.
Harpe to whom it was always a menacing juggernaut.
She returned at the end of the day tired but content in the knowledge that her efforts had produced exactly the effect she desired. She had raised enough money to insure the erection of a modest mission church, but the important thing was that in so doing she had built a stout bulwark about herself which would long withstand any explanation that Essie Tisdale might make as to the cause of the mysterious break between them.
While she congratulated herself upon the success of this inspired move on her part, circ.u.mstances due to other than her own efforts were conspiring to eliminate the girl as a dangerous factor in her life.
She retired early and, consequently, was in ignorance of the receipt of a telegram by Sylva.n.u.s Starr announcing the return of Andy P. Symes and the complete success of his eastern mission. So when she was awakened the next morning by a conflict of sounds which resembled the efforts of a Chinese orchestra and raised the shade to see the newly organized Cowboy band making superhuman endeavors to march and yet produce a sufficiently correct number of notes from the score of "A Hot Time in the Old Town" to make that American warcry recognizable, she knew that something unusual had developed in the interim of her long sleep.
It was like Andy P. Symes to announce his coming that he might extract all the glory possible from his arrival and he knew that he could depend upon Sylva.n.u.s Starr to make the most of the occasion.
The editor issued an "Extra" of dodger-like appearance, and it is doubtful if he would have used larger type to announce an antic.i.p.ated visit of the President. He called upon every citizen with a spark of civic pride to turn out and give Andy P. Symes a fitting welcome; to do homage to the man who was to Crowheart what the patron saints are to the cities of the Old World.
The matutinal "Hot Time in the Old Town" and a majority of the population waiting on the cinders about the red water tank were the results of his impa.s.sioned plea.
Tears of gratified vanity stood in the eyes of Andy P. Symes as from the front platform of the pa.s.senger coach he saw his neighbors a.s.sembled to greet him. It seemed an eminently fitting and proper tribute to the great-grandson of the man who had been a personal friend of Alexander Hamilton"s. He viewed the welcoming throng through misty eyes as, with an entire appreciation of the imposing figure he presented, he bared his ma.s.sive head in deference to Mrs. Terriberry, Mrs. Percy Parrott, Mrs.
Starr and her two lovely daughters whose shrill shrieks were audible above the grinding of the car-wheels upon the rusty track.
Sylva.n.u.s Starr with many sweeping gestures of a hand which suggested a prehensile, well-inked claw, welcomed him in an outburst of oratory, iridescent with adjectives which gushed from him like a volume of water from a fire-plug, that made Crowheart"s jaw drop. While Symes may have felt that the editor was going it rather strong when he compared him to the financial geniuses of the world beginning with Croesus and ending with the Guggenheims, he made no protest.
Behind Mr. Symes, wide-eyed and solemn, and transformed nearly past recognition by a hobble skirt and "kimona" sleeves, stood Mrs. Symes with the growing feeling of complacent aloofness which comes from being the wife of a great man.
In contrast to Sylva.n.u.s Starr"s fluency Symes"s response seemed halting and slow, but it gained thereby in impressiveness. When he clenched his huge fist and struck at the air, declaring for the third time that "it was good to be home!" n.o.body doubted him. And they need not have doubted him, for, since his salary did not begin until his return to Crowheart, and the offerings of night-lunch carts are taxing upon the digestion, it was indeed "good to be home!"
VII
THE SHEEP FROM THE GOATS
Andy P. Symes decided to emphasize further his return to Crowheart by issuing invitations for a dinner to be given in the Terriberry House, reserving the announcement of his future plans for this occasion; and, although Crowheart did not realize it at the time, this dinner was an epoch-making function. It was not until the printed invitations worded with such elegance by Sylva.n.u.s Starr were issued, that Crowheart dimly suspected there were sheep and goats, and this was the initial step toward separating them.
The making up of a social list in any frontier town is not without its puzzling features and Mr. Symes in this instance found it particularly difficult once he began to discriminate.
First there came the awkward question of his relatives by marriage. At first glance it would have seemed rather necessary to head the list with Grandmother Kunkel, but the fact that she was also the hotel laundress at the time made it a subject for debate. Once, just once, he was willing to test the social possibilities of his brother-in-law, so Symes magnanimously gave him his chance and the name of Adolph Kunkel headed the list.
The Percy Parrotts, of course, went through the sieve, and the Starrs, and Dr. Emma Harpe, but there was the embarra.s.sing question of Mrs. Alva Jackson who had but lately sold her dance hall, goodwill, and fixtures, to marry Alva Jackson, a prosperous cattleman--too prosperous, Mr. Symes finally decided, to ignore. Would the presence of the sprightly Faro Nell give a touch of piquancy to the occasion or lower its tone? Could rich, old Edouard Dubois be induced to change his shirt if invited? The clairvoyant milliner was barred owing to the fact that she was "in trade," but "Tinhorn Frank," who no longer sat drunk and collarless in his dirt-floored saloon fumbling a deck of cards thick with grime, went down upon the list as "Mr. Rhodes," the citizens of Crowheart learning his name for the first time when it appeared on the sign above the door of his new real estate office.
When the difficult undertaking was complete Mrs. Symes looked over his shoulder and read the list.
"You haven"t Essie Tisdale"s name."
Mr. Symes laughed good-humoredly--
"Oh, she"ll be there; she"ll wait on the table."
"You don"t mean to ask Essie Tisdale?" Mrs. Symes"s eyes opened.
Symes shook his head.
"That seems awfully mean," insisted Mrs. Symes in feeble protest; "she"s always been so nice to me at dances and things."
"My dear," Symes replied impatiently, "we can"t invite all the people who have been nice to us. Won"t you ever understand that society must draw the line somewhere?"
Mrs. Symes pondered this new thought a long time.
When the invitations were out and the news of the dinner spread it became the chief topic of conversation. The fact that the dinner was at seven instead of twelve o"clock, noon, occasioned much hilarity among the uninvited while the invited guests were more than delighted at the fashionable hour. A tinge of acerbity was noticeable in the comments of those who were unaccustomed to the sensation of being excluded, among them Mrs. Abe Tutts, whose quick recognition of slights led one to believe she had received a great many of them. Mrs. Tutts, who was personally distasteful to Mr. Symes, went so far as to inquire belligerently of Mrs. Symes why she had not been invited.
"I don"t know," stammered Mrs. Symes who was still truthful rather than tactful, "but I"ll ask Phidias."
"You find out and lemme know," said Mrs. Tutts menacingly. "They can"t n.o.body in this town hand _me_ nothin"!"
Since Mrs. Tutts"s sensitiveness appeared always to show itself in a desire to do the offender bodily harm, Andy P. Symes took care not to commit himself.