"Can"t you see where you"re goin", you darned Portygee half-breed?"
demanded Sam.
Albert, who had stepped past him, turned and came back.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"I said you was a darned half-breed, and you are. You"re a no-good Portygee, like your father."
It was all he had time to say. For the next few minutes he was too busy to talk. The Speranzas, father and son, possessed temperament; also they possessed temper. Sam"s face, usually placid and good-natured, for Sam was by no means a bad fellow in his way, was fiery red. Albert"s, on the contrary, went perfectly white. He seemed to settle back on his heels and from there almost to fly at his insulter. Five minutes or so later they were both dusty and dirty and dishevelled and bruised, but Sam was pretty thoroughly licked. For one thing, he had been taken by surprise by his adversary"s quickness; for another, Albert"s compulsory training in athletics at school gave him an advantage. He was by no means an unscarred victor, but victor he was. Sam was defeated, and very much astonished. He leaned against the cranberry house and held on to his nose. It had been a large nose in the beginning, it was larger now.
Albert stood before him, his face--where it was not a pleasing combination of black and blue--still white.
"If you--if you speak of my father or me again like that," he panted, "I"ll--I"ll kill you!"
Then he strode off, a bit wobbly on his legs, but with dignity.
Oddly enough, no one except the two most interested ever knew of this encounter. Albert, of course, did not tell. He was rather ashamed of it.
For the son of Miguel Carlos Speranza to conquer dragons was a worthy and heroic business, but there seemed to be mighty little heroism in licking Sam Thatcher behind "Lije Doane"s cranberry shack. And Sam did not tell. Gertie next day confided that she didn"t care two cents for that stuck-up Al Speranza, anyway; she had let him see her home only because Sam had danced so many times with Elsie Wixon at the ball that night. So Sam said nothing concerning the fight, explaining the condition of his nose by saying that he had run into something in the dark. And he did not appear to hold a grudge against his conqueror; on the contrary when others spoke of the latter as a "sissy," Sam defended him. "He may be a dude," said Sam; "I don"t say he ain"t. But he ain"t no sissy."
When pressed to tell why he was so certain, his answer was: "Because he don"t act like one." It was not a convincing answer, the general opinion being that that was exactly how Al Speranza did act.
There was one young person in the village toward whom Albert found himself making exceptions in his att.i.tude of serenely impersonal tolerance. That person was Helen Kendall, the girl who had come into his grandfather"s office the first morning of his stay in South Harniss. He was forced to make these exceptions by the young lady herself. When he met her the second time--which was after church on his first Sunday--his manner was even more loftily reserved than usual. He had distinct recollections of their first conversation. His own part in it had not been brilliant, and in it he had made the absurd statement--absurd in the light of what came after--that he was certainly NOT employed by Z.
Snow and Co.
So he was cool and superior when his grandmother brought them together after the meeting was over. If Helen noticed the superiority, she was certainly not over-awed by it, for she was so simple and natural and pleasant that he was obliged to unbend and be natural too. In fact, at their third meeting he himself spoke of the interview in the lumber office and again expressed his thanks for warning him of his grandfather"s detestation of cigarettes.
"Gee!" he exclaimed, "I"m certainly glad that you put me on to the old boy"s feelings. I think he"d have murdered me if he had come back and found me puffing a Pall Mall in there."
She smiled. "He does hate them, doesn"t he?" she said.
"Hate them! I should say he did. Hating cigarettes is about the only point where he and Issy get along without an argument. If a traveler for a hardware house comes into the office smoking a cig, Issy opens all the windows to let the smell out, and Grandfather opens the door to throw the salesman out. Well, not exactly to throw him out, of course, but he never buys a single cent"s worth of a cigarette smoker."
Helen glanced at him. "You must be awfully glad you"re not a traveling salesman," she said demurely.
Albert did not know exactly what to make of that remark. He, in his turn, looked at her, but she was grave and quite unconcerned.
"Why?" he asked, after a moment.
"Why--what?"
"Why ought I to be glad I"m not a traveling salesman?"
"Oh, I don"t know. It just seemed to me that you ought, that"s all."
"But why?"
"Well, if you were you wouldn"t make a great hit with your grandfather, would you?"
"Eh? ... Oh, you mean because I smoke. Say, YOU"RE not silly enough to be down on cigarettes the way grandfather is, are you?"
"No-o, I"m not down on them, especially. I"m not very well acquainted with them."
"Neither is he. He never smoked one in his life. It"s just country prejudice, that"s all."
"Well, I live in the country, too, you know."
"Yes, but you"re different."
"How do you know I am?"
"Oh, because any one can see you are." The manner in which this remark was made, a manner implying a wide knowledge of humanity and a hint of personal interest and discriminating appreciation, had been found quite effective by the precocious young gentleman uttering it. With variations to suit the case and the individual it had been pleasantly received by several of the Misses Bradshaw"s pupils. He followed it with another equally tried and trustworthy.
"Say," he added, "would YOU rather I didn"t smoke?"
The obvious reply should have been, "Oh, would you stop if I asked you to?" But Helen Kendall was a most disconcerting girl. Instead of purring a pleased recognition of the implied flattery, she laughed merrily. The Speranza dignity was hurt.
"What is there to laugh at?" he demanded. "Are you laughing at me?"
The answer was as truthful as truth itself.
"Why, of course I am," she replied; and then completed his discomfiture by adding, "Why should I care whether you smoke or not? You had better ask your grandfather that question, I should think."
Now Alberto Miguel Carlos Speranza had not been accustomed to this sort of treatment from young persons of the other s.e.x, and he walked away in a huff. But the unusual is always attractive, and the next time he and Miss Kendall met he was as gracious and cordial as ever. But it was not long before he learned that the graciousness was, in her case, a mistake. Whenever he grew lofty, she took him down, laughed at him with complete frankness, and refused to treat him as anything but a boy. So they gradually grew friendly, and when they met at parties or church socials he spent most of the time in her company, or, rather, he would have so spent it had she permitted. But she was provokingly impartial and was quite as likely to refuse a dance with him to sit out one with Sam Thatcher or Ben Hammond or any other village youth of her acquaintance. However, although she piqued and irritated him, he was obliged to admit to his inner consciousness that she was the most interesting person he had yet discovered in South Harniss, also that even in the eyes of such connoisseurs as his fellow members of the senior cla.s.s at school she would have been judged a "good looker," in spite of her country clothes.
He met her father, of course. The Reverend Mr. Kendall was a dreamy little old gentleman with white hair and the stooped shoulders of a student. Everybody liked him, and it was for that reason princ.i.p.ally that he was still the occupant of the Congregational pulpit, for to quote Captain Zelotes, his sermons were inclined to be like the sandy road down to Setuckit Point, "ten mile long and dry all the way." He was a widower and his daughter was his companion and managing housekeeper.
There was a half-grown girl, one of the numerous Price family, a cousin of Issachar"s, who helped out with the sweeping, dish-washing and cooking, but Helen was the real head of the household.
"And she"s a capable one, too," declared Mrs. Snow, when at supper one evening Helen"s name had come into the conversation. "I declare when I was there yesterday to see the minister about readin" poetry to us at sewin"-circle next Monday that parlor was as neat as wax. And "twas all Helen"s work that kept it so, that was plain enough. You could see her way of settin" a vase or puttin" on a table cloth wherever you looked.
n.o.body else has just that way. And she does it after school or before school or "most any odd time. And whatever "tis is done right."
The housekeeper put in a word. "There"s no doubt about that," she said, "and there ain"t any more doubt that she don"t get much help from her pa or that Maria B." There were so many Prices within the township limits that individuals were usually distinguished by their middle initial. "As for Mr. Kendall," went on Rachel, "he moves with his head in the clouds and his feet cruisin" with n.o.body at the wheel two-thirds of the time.
Emma Smith says to me yesterday, says she, "Mr. Kendall is a saint on earth, ain"t he," says she. "Yes," says I, "and he"ll be one in heaven any minute if he goes stumblin" acrost the road in front of Doctor Holliday"s automobile the way I see him yesterday." The doctor put on the brakes with a slam and a yell. The minister stopped right there in the middle of the road with the front wheels of that auto not MORE"N two foot from his old baggy trousers" knees, and says he, "Eh? Did you want me, Doctor?" The doctor fetched a long breath. "Why, no, Mr. Kendall,"
he says, "I didn"t, but I come darn nigh gettin" you." I don"t know what WOULD become of him if he didn"t have Helen to look out for him."
As they came to know each other better their conversation dealt with matters more personal. They sometimes spoke of plans for the future.
Albert"s plans and ambitions were lofty, but rather vague. Helen"s were practical and definite. She was to graduate from high school that spring. Then she was hoping to teach in the primary school there in the village; the selectmen had promised her the opportunity.
"But, of course," she said, "I don"t mean to stay here always. When I can, after I have saved some money and if Father doesn"t need me too badly, I shall go away somewhere, to Bridgewater, or perhaps to Radcliffe, and study. I want to specialize in my teaching, you know."
Albert regarded her with amused superiority.
"I don"t see why on earth you are so anxious to be a school-marm," he said. "That"s the last job I"d want."
Her answer was given promptly, but without the least trace of temper.
That was one of the most provoking things about this girl, she would not lose her temper. He usually lost his trying to make her. She spoke now, pleasantly, and deliberately, but as if she were stating an undesirable fact.
"I think it would be the last one you would get," she said.