"I guess so, too. Good Lord, I HOPE so! Humph! You don"t seem to be jumpin" for joy over the prospect. There"s a half dozen smart young fellers here in South Harniss that would, I tell you that."
Albert devoutly wished they had jumped--and landed--before his arrival.
His grandfather"s tone grew more brusque.
"Don"t you want to work?" he demanded.
"Why, yes, I--I suppose I do. I--I hadn"t thought much about it."
"Humph! Then I think it"s time you begun. Hadn"t you had ANY notion of what you wanted to do when you got out of that school of yours?"
"I was going to college."
"Humph! ... Yes, I presume likely. Well, after you got out of college, what was you plannin" to do then?"
"I wasn"t sure. I thought I might do something with my music. I can play a little. I can"t sing--that is, not well enough. If I could,"
wistfully, "I should have liked to be in opera, as father was, of course."
Captain Zelotes" only comment was a sniff or snort, or combination of both. Albert went on.
"I had thought of writing--writing books and poems, you know. I"ve written quite a good deal for the school magazine. And I think I should like to be an actor, perhaps. I--"
"Good G.o.d!" His grandfather"s fist came down upon the desk before him.
Slowly he shook his head.
"A--a poetry writer and an actor!" he repeated. "Whew! ... Well, there! Perhaps maybe we hadn"t better talk any more just now. You can have the rest of the day to run around town and sort of get acquainted, if you want to. Then to-morrow mornin" you and I"ll come over here together and we"ll begin to break you in. I shouldn"t wonder," he added, dryly, "if you found it kind of dull at first--compared to that school and poetry makin" and such--but it"ll be respectable and it"ll pay for board and clothes and somethin" to eat once in a while, which may not seem so important to you now as "twill later on. And some day I cal"late--anyhow we"ll hope--you"ll be mighty glad you did it."
Poor Albert looked and felt anything but glad just then. Captain Zelotes, his hands in his pockets, stood regarding him. He, too, did not look particularly happy.
"You"ll remember," he observed, "or perhaps you don"t know, that when your father asked us to look out for you--"
Albert interrupted. "Did--did father ask you to take care of me?" he cried, in surprise.
"Um-hm. He asked somebody who was with him to ask us to do just that."
The boy drew a long breath. "Well, then," he said, hopelessly, "I"ll--I"ll try."
"Thanks. Now you run around town and see the sights. Dinner"s at half past twelve prompt, so be on hand for that."
After his grandson had gone, the captain, hands still in his pockets, stood for some time looking out of the window. At length he spoke aloud.
"A play actor or a poetry writer!" he exclaimed. "Tut, tut, tut! No use talkin", blood will tell!"
Issachar, who was putting coal on the office fire, turned his head.
"Eh?" he queried.
"Nothin"," said Captain Lote.
He would have been surprised if he could have seen his grandson just at that moment. Albert, on the beach whither he had strayed in his desire to be alone, safely hidden from observation behind a sand dune, was lying with his head upon his arms and sobbing bitterly.
A disinterested person might have decided that the interview which had just taken place and which Captain Zelotes hopefully told his wife that morning would probably result in "a clear, comf"table understandin"
between the boy and me"--such a disinterested person might have decided that it had resulted in exactly the opposite. In calculating the results to be obtained from that interview the captain had not taken into consideration two elements, one his own and the other his grandson"s.
These elements were prejudice and temperament.
CHAPTER IV
The next morning, with much the same feeling that a convict must experience when he enters upon a life imprisonment, Albert entered the employ of "Z. Snow and Co., Lumber and Builders" Hardware." The day, he would have sworn it, was at least a year long. The interval between breakfast and dinner was quite six months, yet the dinner hour itself was the shortest sixty minutes he had ever known. Mr. Keeler had not yet returned to his labors, so there was no instruction in bookkeeping; but his grandfather gave him letters to file and long dreary columns of invoice figures to add. Twice Captain Zelotes went out and then, just as Albert settled back for a rest and breathing spell, Issachar Price appeared, warned apparently by some sort of devilish intuition, and invented "checking up stock" and similar menial and tiresome tasks to keep him uncomfortable till the captain returned. The customers who came in asked questions concerning him and he was introduced to at least a dozen citizens of South Harniss, who observed "Sho!" and "I want to know!" when told his ident.i.ty and, in some instances, addressed him as "Bub," which was of itself a crime deserving capital punishment.
That night, as he lay in bed in the back bedroom, he fell asleep facing the dreary prospect of another monotonous imprisonment the following day, and the next day, and the day after that, and after that--and after that--and so on--and on--and on--forever and ever, as long as life should last. This, then, was to be the end of all his dreams, this drudgery in a country town among these commonplace country people. This was the end of his dreams of some day writing deathless odes and sonnets or thrilling romances; of treading the boards as the hero of romantic drama while star-eyed daughters of multi-millionaires gazed from the boxes in spellbound rapture. This ... The thought of the star-eyed ones reminded him of the girl who had come into the office the afternoon of his first visit to that torture chamber. He had thought of her many times since their meeting and always with humiliation and resentment. It was his own foolish tongue which had brought the humiliation upon him.
When she had suggested that he might be employed by Z. Snow and Co. he had replied: "Me? Work HERE! Well, I should say NOT!" And all the time she, knowing who he was, must have known he was doomed to work there. He resented that superior knowledge of hers. He had made a fool of himself but she was to blame for it. Well, by George, he would NOT work there!
He would run away, he would show her, and his grandfather and all the rest what was what. Night after night he fell asleep vowing to run away, to do all sorts of desperate deeds, and morning after morning he went back to that office.
On the fourth morning the prodigal came home, the stray lamb returned to the fold--Mr. Keeler returned to his desk and his duties. There was a premonition of his return at the Snow breakfast table. For three days Mrs. Ellis had swathed her head in white and her soul in black. For three days her favorite accompaniment to conversation had been a groan or a sigh. Now, on this fourth morning, she appeared without the bandage on her brow or the c.r.a.pe upon her spirit. She was not hilarious but she did not groan once, and twice during the meal she actually smiled.
Captain Lote commented upon the change, she being absent from table momentarily.
"Whew!" he observed, in an undertone, addressing his wife. "If it ain"t a comfort to see the wrinkles on Rachel"s face curvin" up instead of down. I"m scared to death that she"ll go out some time in a cold spell when she"s havin" one of them sympathetics of hers, and her face"ll freeze that way. Well, Albert," turning to his grandson, "the colors"ll be h"isted to the truck now instead of half-mast and life"ll be somethin" besides one everlastin" "last look at the remains." Now we can take off the mournin" till the next funeral."
"Yes," said Olive, "and Laban"ll be back, too. I"m sure you must have missed him awfully, Zelotes."
"Missed him! I should say so. For one thing, I miss havin" him between me and Issy. When Labe"s there Is talks to him and Labe keeps on thinkin" of somethin" else and so it don"t worry him any. I can"t do that, and my eardrums get to wearin" thin and that makes me nervous.
Maybe you"ve noticed that Issy"s flow of conversation ain"t what you"d call a trickle," he added, turning to Albert.
Albert had noticed it. "But," he asked, "what makes Rachel--Mrs.
Ellis--so cheerful this morning? Does she know that Mr. Keeler will be back at work? How does she know? She hasn"t seen him, has she?"
"No," replied the captain. "She ain"t seen him. n.o.body sees him, far"s that goes. He generally clears out somewheres and locks himself up in a room, I judge, till his vacation"s over. I suppose that"s one way to have fun, but it ain"t what I"d call hilarious."
"Don"t, Zelotes," said Mrs. Snow. "I do wish you wouldn"t call it fun."
"I don"t, but Laban seems to. If he don"t do it for fun I don"t know what he does it for. Maybe it"s from a sense of duty. It ain"t to oblige me, I know that."
Albert repeated his question. "But how does she know he will be back to-day?" he asked.
His grandmother shook her head. "That"s the mysterious part about it,"
she whispered. "It makes a person think there may be somethin" in the sympathetic notion she talks so much about. She don"t see him at all and yet we can always tell when he"s comin" back to work by her spirits. If he ain"t back to-day he will be to-morrow, you"ll see. She never misses by more than a day. _I_ think it"s real sort of mysterious, but Zelotes laughs at me."
Captain Lote"s lip twitched. "Yes, Mother," he said, "it"s about as mysterious as the clock"s strikin" twelve when it"s noon. _I_ know it"s morally sartin that Labe"ll be back aboard to-day or to-morrow because his sprees don"t ever last more than five days. I can"t swear to how she knows, but that"s how _I_ know--and I"m darned sure there"s no "sympathy" about my part." Then, as if realizing that he had talked more than usual, he called, brusquely: "Come on, Al, come on. Time we were on the job, boy."
Sure enough, as they pa.s.sed the window of the office, there, seated on the stool behind the tall desk, Albert saw the diminutive figure of the man who had been his driver on the night of his arrival. He was curious to see how the delinquent would apologize for or explain his absence.
But Mr. Keeler did neither, nor did Captain Snow ask a question. Instead the pair greeted each other as if they had parted in that office at the close of business on the previous day.
"Mornin", Cap"n Lote," said Laban, quietly.
"Mornin", Labe," replied the captain, just as calmly.