"And supposing he looks like a devil? And supposing all those things continue? Would you be satisfied with six dollars a week?"
Recollections seemed to throng in Williams"s mind at these interrogations, and he answered dubiously. "Of co"se a man who ain"t right in his haid, an" looks like er devil--But six dollehs--" After these two attempts at a sentence Williams suddenly appeared as an orator, with a great shiny palm waving in the air. "I tell yeh, jedge, six dollehs is six dollehs, but if I git six dollehs for bo"ding Hennery Johnson, I uhns it! I uhns it!"
"I don"t doubt that you earn six dollars for every week"s work you do," said the judge.
"Well, if I bo"d Hennery Johnson fer six dollehs er week, I uhns it! I uhns it!" cried Williams, wildly.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""If I Get Six Dollehs for Bo"ding Hennery Johnson, I Uhns It""]
XIV
Reifsnyder"s a.s.sistant had gone to his supper, and the owner of the shop was trying to placate four men who wished to be shaved at once.
Reifsnyder was very garrulous--a fact which made him rather remarkable among barbers, who, as a cla.s.s, are austerely speechless, having been taught silence by the hammering reiteration of a tradition. It is the customers who talk in the ordinary event.
As Reifsnyder waved his razor down the cheek of a man in the chair, he turned often to cool the impatience of the others with pleasant talk, which they did not particularly heed.
"Oh, he should have let him die," said Bainbridge, a railway engineer, finally replying to one of the barber"s orations. "Shut up, Reif, and go on with your business!"
Instead, Reifsnyder paused shaving entirely, and turned to front the speaker. "Let him die?" he demanded. "How vas that? How can you let a man die?"
"By letting him die, you chump," said the engineer. The others laughed a little, and Reifsnyder turned at once to his work, sullenly, as a man overwhelmed by the derision of numbers.
"How vas that?" he grumbled later. "How can you let a man die when he vas done so much for you?"
""When he vas done so much for you?"" repeated Bainbridge. "You better shave some people. How vas that? Maybe this ain"t a barber shop?"
A man hitherto silent now said, "If I had been the doctor, I would have done the same thing."
"Of course," said Reifsnyder. "Any man vould do it. Any man that vas not like you, you--old--flint-hearted--fish." He had sought the final words with painful care, and he delivered the collection triumphantly at Bainbridge. The engineer laughed.
The man in the chair now lifted himself higher, while Reifsnyder began an elaborate ceremony of anointing and combing his hair. Now free to join comfortably in the talk, the man said: "They say he is the most terrible thing in the world. Young Johnnie Bernard--that drives the grocery wagon--saw him up at Alek Williams"s shanty, and he says he couldn"t eat anything for two days."
"Chee!" said Reifsnyder.
"Well, what makes him so terrible?" asked another.
"Because he hasn"t got any face," replied the barber and the engineer in duct.
"Hasn"t got any face!" repeated the man. "How can he do without any face?"
"He has no face in the front of his head.
In the place where his face ought to grow."
Bainbridge sang these lines pathetically as he arose and hung his hat on a hook. The man in the chair was about to abdicate in his favor.
"Get a gait on you now," he said to Reifsnyder. "I go out at 7.31."
As the barber foamed the lather on the cheeks of the engineer he seemed to be thinking heavily. Then suddenly he burst out. "How would you like to be with no face?" he cried to the a.s.semblage.
"Oh, if I had to have a face like yours--" answered one customer.
Bainbridge"s voice came from a sea of lather. "You"re kicking because if losing faces became popular, you"d have to go out of business."
"I don"t think it will become so much popular," said Reifsnyder.
"Not if it"s got to be taken off in the way his was taken off," said another man. "I"d rather keep mine, if you don"t mind."
"I guess so!" cried the barber. "Just think!"
The shaving of Bainbridge had arrived at a time of comparative liberty for him. "I wonder what the doctor says to himself?" he observed. "He may be sorry he made him live."
"It was the only thing he could do," replied a man. The others seemed to agree with him.
"Supposing you were in his place," said one, "and Johnson had saved your kid. What would you do?"
"Certainly!"
"Of course! You would do anything on earth for him. You"d take all the trouble in the world for him. And spend your last dollar on him. Well, then?"
"I wonder how it feels to be without any face?" said Reifsnyder, musingly.
The man who had previously spoken, feeling that he had expressed himself well, repeated the whole thing. "You would do anything on earth for him. You"d take all the trouble in the world for him. And spend your last dollar on him. Well, then?"
"No, but look," said Reifsnyder; "supposing you don"t got a face!"
XV
As soon as Williams was hidden from the view of the old judge he began to gesture and talk to himself. An elation had evidently penetrated to his vitals, and caused him to dilate as if he had been filled with gas. He snapped his fingers in the air, and whistled fragments of triumphal music. At times, in his progress towards his shanty, he indulged in a shuffling movement that was really a dance. It was to be learned from the intermediate monologue that he had emerged from his trials laurelled and proud. He was the unconquerable Alexander Williams. Nothing could exceed the bold self-reliance of his manner.
His kingly stride, his heroic song, the derisive flourish of his hands--all betokened a man who had successfully defied the world.
On his way he saw Zeke Paterson coming to town. They hailed each other at a distance of fifty yards.
"How do, Broth" Paterson?"
"How do, Broth" Williams?"
They were both deacons.
"Is you" folks well, Broth" Paterson?"
"Middlin", middlin". How"s you" folks, Broth" Williams?"
Neither of them had slowed his pace in the smallest degree. They had simply begun this talk when a considerable s.p.a.ce separated them, continued it as they pa.s.sed, and added polite questions as they drifted steadily apart. Williams"s mind seemed to be a balloon. He had been so inflated that he had not noticed that Paterson had definitely shied into the dry ditch as they came to the point of ordinary contact.
Afterwards, as he went a lonely way, he burst out again in song and pantomimic celebration of his estate. His feet moved in prancing steps.