He felt suddenly alarmed by her question, which seemed to aim at the undercurrent of his own silent thought.
"There are those of us who ought to change," he said.
The others had straggled back toward the veranda and were disappearing indoors.
"They seem to be going in. We can find our way through the sun-porch; I suppose it might be called a moon-porch, too," she said, leading the way.
They heard the sound of the piano through the open windows, and a girl"s voice broke gaily into song.
"It"s Belle. She does sing those c.o.o.n songs wonderfully. Let us wait here until she finishes this one." The sun-porch opened from the dining-room. They could see beyond it, into the drawing-room; the singer was in plain view, sitting at the piano; Raridan stood facing her, keeping time with an imaginary baton.
A man came un.o.bserved to the gla.s.s door of the porch and stood unsteadily peering in. He was very dirty and balanced himself in that abandon with which intoxicated men belie Newton"s discovery. He had gained the top step with difficulty; the light from the window blinded him and for a moment he stood within the inclosure blinking. An ugly grin spread over his face as he made out the two figures by the window, and he began a laborious journey toward them. He tried to tiptoe, and this added further to his embarra.s.sments; but the figures by the window were intent on the song and did not hear him. He drew slowly nearer; one more step and he would have concluded his journey. He poised on his toes before taking it, but the law of gravitation now a.s.serted itself. He lunged forward heavily, casting himself upon Wheaton, and nearly knocking him from his feet.
"Jimmy," he blurted in a drunken voice. "Jim-my!"
Evelyn turned quickly and shrank back with a cry. Wheaton was slowly rallying from the shock of his surprise. He grabbed the man by the arms and began pushing him toward the door.
"Don"t be alarmed," he said over his shoulder to Evelyn, who had shrunk back against the wall. "I"ll manage him."
This, however, was not so easily done. The tramp, as Evelyn supposed him to be, had been sobered by Wheaton"s attack. He clasped his fingers about Wheaton"s throat and planted his feet firmly. He clearly intended to stand his ground, and he dug his fingers into Wheaton"s neck with the intention of hurting.
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"Father!" cried Evelyn once, but the song was growing noisier toward its end and the circle about the piano did not hear. She was about to call again when a heavy step sounded outside on the walk and Bishop Delafield came swiftly into the porch. He had entered the grounds from the rear and was walking around the house to the front door.
"Quick! that man there,--I"ll call the others!" cried Evelyn, still shrinking against the wall. Wheaton had been forced to his knees and his a.s.sailant was choking him. But there was no need of other help. The bishop had already seized the tramp about the body with his great hands, tearing him from Wheaton"s neck. He strode, with the squirming figure in his grasp, toward an open window at the back of the gla.s.s inclosure, and pushed the man out. There was a great snorting and threshing below. The hill dipped abruptly away from this side of the house and the man had fallen several feet, into a flower bed.
"Get away from here," the bishop said, in his deep voice, "and be quick about it." The man rose and ran swiftly down the slope toward the street.
The bishop walked back to the window. The others had now hurried out in response to Evelyn"s peremptory calls, and she was telling of the tramp"s visit, while Wheaton received their condolences, and readjusted his tie. His collar and shirt-front showed signs of contact with dirt.
"It was a tramp," said Evelyn, as the others plied her with questions, "and he attacked Mr. Wheaton."
"Where"s he gone?" demanded Porter, excitedly.
"There he goes," said the bishop, pointing toward the window. "He smelled horribly of whisky, and I dropped him gently out of the window.
The shock seems to have inspired his legs."
"I"ll have the police--," began Porter.
"Oh, he"s gone now, Mr. Porter," said Wheaton coolly, as he restored his tie. "Bishop Delafield disposed of him so vigorously that he"ll hardly come back."
"Yes, let him go," said the bishop, wiping his hands on his handkerchief. "I"m only afraid, Porter, that I"ve spoiled your best canna bed."
CHAPTER XI
THE KNIGHTS OF MIDAS BALL
There were two separate and distinct sides to the annual carnival of the Knights of Midas. The main object to which the many committees on arrangements addressed themselves was the a.s.sembling in Clarkson of as many people as could be collected by a.s.siduous advertising and the granting of special privileges by the railroads. The streets must be filled, and to fill them and keep them filled it was necessary to entertain the ma.s.ses; and this was done by providing what the committee on publicity and promotion proclaimed to be a monster Pageant of Industry. The spectacle was not tawdry nor ugly. It did not lack touches of real beauty. The gaily decked floats, borne over the street car tracks by trolleys, were like barges from a pageant of the Old World in the long ago, impelled by mysterious forces. From many floats fireworks summoned the heavens to behold the splendor and bravery of the parade.
The procession was led by the Knights of Midas, arrayed in yellow robes and wearing helmets which shone with all the effulgence of bright tin.
There was a series of floats on which Commerce, Agriculture, Transportation and Manufacturing were embodied and deified in the persons of sundry young women, posed in appropriate att.i.tudes and lifted high on uncertain pedestals for the admiration of the mult.i.tude. On other cars men followed strenuously their callings; coopers hammered hoops upon their barrels; a blacksmith, with an infant forge at his command, made the sparks fly from his anvil as his float rumbled by. An enormous steer was held in check by ropes, and surrounded by murderous giants from the abattoirs; Gambrinus smiled down from a proud height of kegs on men that bottled beer below. Many bra.s.s bands, including a famous cowboy band from Lone Prairie, and an Indian boy band from a Wyoming reservation, played the newest and most dashing marches of the day. Thus were the thrift, the enterprise, the audacity, and the generosity of the people of Clarkson exemplified.
Such was the first night"s entertainment. The crowd which was brought to town to spend its money certainly was not defrauded. The second night it was treated to band concerts, a horse-show and other entertainments, while the Knights of Midas closed the door of their wooden temple upon all but their chosen guests. These were, of course, expected to pay a certain sum for their tickets, and the sum was not small. The Knights of Midas ball was not, it should be said, a cheap affair. Raridan and Saxton had taken a balcony box for the ball and they asked Evelyn"s guests to share it with them. Raridan still growled to Saxton over what he called Evelyn"s debas.e.m.e.nt, but he had said nothing more to Evelyn about it.
"Here"s to the deification of Jim Wheaton," he sighed, as he and Saxton waited for the young ladies in the Porter drawing-room.
Saxton grinned at him unsympathetically.
"Stop sighing like an air-brake. You will be dancing yourself to death in an hour."
When the two young women came in, Raridan"s spirits brightened. Evelyn was, Miss Marshall declared, "perfectly adorable" in her gown; but the young men did not see her. She was to go later with her father.
They were early at the hall, whose bareness had been relieved by a gay show of bunting and flags.
"I will now give you a succinct running account of the first families of this community as they a.s.semble," Raridan announced, when they had settled in their chairs. There were no seats on the main floor, as the ceremonial part of the entertainment was brief, and the greater number of the spectators stood until it was over. An aisle was kept down the middle of the hall and on each side the crowd gossiped, while a band high above played popular airs.
"We"re all here," said Raridan, when the band rested. "The butcher, the baker and the candlestick-maker; also probably some of our cooks. We are the spectators at one of Nero"s matinees; the goodly knights are ready for combat, and those who have had practice in the adjacent packing houses have the best chance of winning the victory. There comes Tim Margrave, one of the merriest of them all, full of Arthurian valor and as gentle a knight as ever held lance or bought a city council. And there is the master of our largest and goriest abattoir. That is not a star on his chest, but a diamond pig, rampant on a field of dress-shirt.
He used to wear it on his watch-chain, but it was too inconspicuous there--
"On his breast a five-point star Points the way that his kingdoms are.""
Miss Marshall was scrutinizing the man indicated through her opera gla.s.ses.
"Why, it _is_ a pig!" she declared.
"Of course it is," said Warry, with an aggrieved air. "I hope you don"t think I"d fib about it. Now, the girl over there by the window, with the young man with the pompadour hair, is Mabel Margrave, whose father you saw a minute ago. She is looking this way with her lorgnette; but don"t flinch; there"s only the plain window gla.s.s of our rude western commerce in it; she handles it awfully well, though."
"And the man coming in who looks like a statesman?" asked Miss Marshall.
"That"s Wilkins, the boy orator of the Range. He palpitates with Ciceronian speech. He"s our greatest authority on the demonetization of wampum. The young man who"s talking to him is telling him what hot stuff he is, and that the speech he made at Tin Cup, Texas, last week on the "Inequalities of Taxation" is the warmest little speech that has been made in this country since Patrick Henry died. He"s a good thing,--Wilkins. The Indians back on the reservation, where he goes to raise the wolf"s mournful howl when white people won"t listen to him, call him Young-man-not-afraid-of-his-voice. Our Chinaman calls him Yung Lung. Quite a character, Wilkins."
"And," Miss Warren inquired, "the grave, handsome man, who must be an eminent jurist?"
"He does one"s laundry," Raridan replied, "and," looking at his cuffs critically, "he does it rather decently."
"There"s another side to this," said Saxton to Miss Warren, while Raridan babbled on to the pretty Virginian. "These people have had a terribly hard time of it. They"ve been through a panic that would have killed an ordinary community; a good many of the nicest of them have had to begin over again; and it"s uphill work. It isn"t so funny when we consider that these older people have tried their level best to make the wilderness blossom as the rose, and after they"d made a fine beginning the desert repossessed it. There"s something splendid in their courage."
"Yes, it"s hard for us who live on the outside to appreciate it. And they seem such nice people, too."
"Don"t they! They"re big-hearted and plucky and generous! Eastern people don"t begin to appreciate the people who do their rough work for them."
The other boxes and the gallery had filled, and the main floor was crowded, save where the broad aisle had been maintained down the center from the front door to the stage. A buzz of talk floated over the hall.