"Oh, I don"t mean a candidate for the feeble-minded school. There ain"t been any Snows put there that I can remember, not our branch of "em, anyhow. But, consarn it, I--I--" he was plainly finding it hard to express his thought, "I--well, I used to think I knew consider"ble, had what I liked to think was good, hard sense. "Twas hard enough, I cal"late--pretty nigh petrified in spots."
Albert laid a hand on his knee.
"Don"t talk like that," he replied impulsively. "I don"t like to hear you."
"Don"t you? Then I won"t. But, you see, Al, it bothers me. Look how I used to talk about makin" up poetry and writin" yarns and all that. Used to call it silliness and a waste of time, I did--worse names than that, generally. And look what you"re makin" at it in money, to say nothin" of its shovin" you into Congress, and keepin" the newspapers busy printin"
stuff about you... . Well, well," with a sigh of resignation, "I don"t understand it yet, but know it"s so, and if I"d had my pig-headed way "twouldn"t have been so. It"s a dreadful belittlin" feelin" to a man at my time of life, a man that"s commanded ten-thousand-ton steamers and handled crews and bossed a business like this. It makes him wonder how many other fool things he"s done... . Why, do you know, Al," he added, in a sudden burst of confidence, "I was consider"ble prejudiced against you when you first came here."
He made the statement as if he expected it to come as a stunning surprise. Albert would not have laughed for the world, nor in one way did he feel like it, but it was funny.
"Well, perhaps you were, a little," he said gravely. "I don"t wonder."
"Oh, I don"t mean just because you was your father"s son. I mean on your own account, in a way. Somehow, you see, I couldn"t believe--eh? Oh, come in, Labe! It"s all right. Al and I are just talkin" about nothin"
in particular and all creation in general."
Mr. Keeler entered with a paper in his hand.
"Sorry to bother you, Cap"n Lote," he said, "but this bill of Colby and Sons for that last lot of hardware ain"t accordin" to agreement. The prices on those b.u.t.ts ain"t right, and neither"s those half-inch screws.
Better send it back to em, eh?"
Captain Zelotes inspected the bill.
"Humph!" he grunted. "You"re right, Labe. You generally are, I notice.
Yes, send it back and tell "em--anything you want to."
Laban smiled. "I want to, all right," he said. "This is the third time they"ve sent wrong bills inside of two months. Well, Al," turning toward him, "I cal"late this makes you kind of homesick, don"t it, this talk about bills and screws and bolts and such? Wa"n"t teasin" for your old job back again, was you, Al? Cal"late he could have it, couldn"t he, Cap"n? We"ll need somebody to heave a bucket of water on Issy pretty soon; he"s gettin" kind of pert and uppish again. Pretty much so. Yes, yes, yes."
He departed, chuckling. Captain Zelotes looked after him. He tugged at his beard.
"Al," he said, "do you know what I"ve about made up my mind to do?"
Albert shook his head.
"I"ve about made up my mind to take Labe Keeler into the firm of Z. Snow and Co. YOU won"t come in, and," with a twinkle, "I need somebody to keep my name from gettin" lonesome on the sign."
Albert was delighted.
"Bully for you, Grandfather!" he exclaimed. "You couldn"t do a better thing for Labe or for the firm. And he deserves it, too."
"Ye-es, I think he does. Labe"s a mighty faithful, capable feller, and now that he"s sworn off on those vacations of his he can be trusted anywheres. Yes, I"ve as good as made up my mind to take him in. Of course," with the twinkle in evidence once more, "Issachar"ll be a little mite jealous, but we"ll have to bear up under that as best we can."
"I wonder what Labe will say when you tell him?"
"He"ll say yes. I"ll tell Rachel first and she"ll tell him to say it.
And then I"ll tell "em both I won"t do it unless they agree to get married. I"ve always said I didn"t want to die till I"d been to that weddin". I want to hear Rachel tell the minister she"ll "obey" Labe. Ho, ho!"
"Do you suppose they ever will be married?"
"Why, yes, I kind of think so. I shouldn"t wonder if they would be right off now if it wasn"t that Rachel wouldn"t think of givin" up keepin"
house for your grandmother. She wouldn"t do that and Labe wouldn"t want her to. I"ve got to fix that somehow. Perhaps they could live along with us. Land knows there"s room enough. They"re all right, those two. Kind of funny to look at, and they match up in size like a rubber boot and a slipper, but I declare I don"t know which has got the most common-sense or the biggest heart. And "twould be hard to tell which thinks the most of you, Al... . Eh? Why, it"s after half-past twelve o"clock! Olive"ll be for combin" our topknots with a belayin" pin if we keep her dinner waitin" like this."
As they were putting on their coats the captain spoke again.
"I hadn"t finished what I was sayin" to you when Labe came in," he observed. ""Twasn"t much account; just a sort of confession, and they say that"s good for the soul. I was just goin" to say that when you first came here I was prejudiced against you, not only because your father and I didn"t agree, but because he was what he was. Because he was--was--"
Albert finished the sentence for him.
"A Portygee," he said.
"Why, yes, that"s what I called him. That"s what I used to call about everybody that wasn"t born right down here in Yankeeland. I used to be prejudiced against you because you was what I called a half-breed. I"m sorry, Al. I"m ashamed. See what you"ve turned out to be. I declare, I--"
"Shh! shh! Don"t, Grandfather. When I came here I was a little sn.o.b, a conceited, insufferable little--"
"Here, here! Hold on! No, you wa"n"t, neither. Or if you was, you was only a boy. I was a man, and I ought to--"
"No, I"m going to finish. Whatever I am now, or whatever I may be. I owe to you, and to Grandmother, and Rachel and Laban--and Helen. You made me over between you. I know that now."
They walked home instead of riding in the new car. Captain Zelotes declared he had hung on to that steering wheel all the forenoon and he was afraid if he took it again his fingers would grow fast to the rim.
As they emerged from the office into the open air, he said:
"Al, regardin" that makin"-over business, I shouldn"t be surprised if it was a kind of--er--mutual thing between you and me. We both had some prejudices to get rid of, eh?"
"Perhaps so. I"m sure I did."
"And I"m sartin sure I did. And the war and all that came with it put the finishin" touches to the job. When I think of what the thousands and thousands of men did over there in those h.e.l.l-holes of trenches, men with names that run all the way from Jones and Kelly to--er--"
"Speranza."
"Yes, and Whiskervitch and the land knows what more. When I think of that I"m ready to take off my hat to "em and swear I"ll never be so narrow again as to look down on a feller because he don"t happen to be born in Ostable County. There"s only one thing I ask of "em, and that is that when they come here to live--to stay--under our laws and takin"
advantage of the privileges we offer "em--they"ll stop bein" Portygees or Russians or Polacks or whatever they used to be or their folks were, and just be Americans--like you, Al."
"That"s what we must work for now, Grandfather. It"s a big job, but it must be done."
They walked on in silence for a time. Then the captain said:
"It"s a pretty fine country, after all, ain"t it, Albert?"
Albert looked about him over the rolling hills, the roofs of the little town, the sea, the dunes, the pine groves, the scene which had grown so familiar to him and which had become in his eyes so precious.
"It is MY country," he declared, with emphasis.
His grandfather caught his meaning.
"I"m glad you feel that way, son," he said, "but "twasn"t just South Harniss I meant then. I meant all of it, the whole United States. It"s got its faults, of course, lots of "em. And if I was an Englishman or a Frenchman I"d probably say it wasn"t as good as England or France, whichever it happened to be. That"s all right; I ain"t findin" any fault with "em for that--that"s the way they"d ought to feel. But you and I, Al, we"re Americans. So the rest of the world must excuse us if we say that, take it by and large, it"s a mighty good country. We"ve planned for it, and worked for it, and fought for it, and we know. Eh?"
"Yes. We know."
"Yes. And no howlin", wild-eyed bunch from somewhere else that haven"t done any of these things are goin" to come here and run it their way if we can help it--we Americans; eh?"