"Why? Great Scott! I guess I could teach school if I wanted to. But you bet I wouldn"t want to! ... NOW what are you laughing at?"
"I"m not laughing."
"Yes, you are. I can always tell when you"re laughing; you get that look in your eyes, that sort of--of--Oh, I can"t tell you what kind of look it is, but it makes me mad. It"s the same kind of look my grandfather has, and I could punch him for it sometimes. Why should you and he think I"m not going to amount to anything?"
"I don"t think so. And I"m sure he doesn"t either. And I wasn"t laughing at you. Or, if I was, it--it was only because--"
"Well, because what?"
"Oh, because you are so AWFULLY sure you know--well, know more than most people."
"Meaning I"m stuck on myself, I suppose. Well, now I tell you I"m not going to hang around in this one-horse town all my life to please grandfather or any one else."
When he mentioned his determination to win literary glory she was always greatly interested. Dreams of histrionic achievement were more coldly received. The daughter of a New England country clergyman, even in these days of broadening horizons, could scarcely be expected to look with favor upon an actor"s career.
June came and with it the first of the summer visitors. For the next three months Albert was happy with a new set of acquaintances. They were HIS kind, these young folks from the city, and his spare moments were for the most part spent in their society. He was popular with them, too.
Some of them thought it queer that he should be living all the year in the village and keeping books for a concern like Z. Snow and Co., but juvenile society is tolerant and a youth who could sing pa.s.sably, dance wonderfully and, above all, was as beautifully picturesque as Albert Speranza, was welcomed, especially by the girls. So the Sat.u.r.days and Sundays and evenings of that summer were pleasant for him. He saw little of Helen or Gertie Kendrick while the hotel or the cottages remained open.
Then came the fall and another long, dreary winter. Albert plodded on at his desk or in the yard, following Mr. Keeler"s suggestions, obeying his grandfather"s orders, tormenting Issy, doing his daily stint because he had to, not because he liked it. For amus.e.m.e.nt he read a good deal, went to the usual number of sociables and entertainments, and once took part in amateur theatricals, a play given by the church society in the town hall. There was where he shone. As the dashing young hero he was resplendent. Gertie Kendrick gazed upon him from the third settee center with shining eyes. When he returned home after it was over his grandmother and Mrs. Ellis overwhelmed him with praises.
"I declare you was perfectly splendid, Albert!" exclaimed Olive. "I was so proud of you I didn"t know what to do."
Rachel looked upon him as one might look upon a G.o.d from Olympus.
"All I could think of was Robert Penfold," she said. "I says so to Laban: "Laban," says I, ain"t he Robert Penfold and n.o.body else?" There you was, tellin" that Hannibal Ellis that you was innocent and some day the world would know you was, just the way Robert Penfold done in the book. I never did like that Hannie Ellis!"
Mrs. Snow smiled. "Mercy, Rachel," she said, "I hope you"re not blamin"
Hannie because of what he did in that play. That was his part, he had to do it."
But Rachel was not convinced. "He didn"t have to be so everlastin" mean and spiteful about it, anyhow," she declared. "But there, that family of Ellises never did amount to nothin" much. But, as I said to Laban, Albert, you was Robert Penfold all over."
"What did Labe say to that?" asked Albert, laughing.
"He never had a chance to say nothin". Afore he could answer, that Maria B. Price--she was settin" right back of me and eatin" mola.s.ses candy out of a rattly paper bag till I thought I SHOULD die--she leaned forward and she whispered: "He looks more to me like that Stevie D. that used to work for Cap"n Crowell over to the Center. Stevie D. had curly hair like that and HE was part Portygee, you remember; though there was a little n.i.g.g.e.r blood in him, too," she says. I could have shook her! And then she went to rattlin" that bag again."
Even Mr. Keeler congratulated him at the office next morning. "You done well, Al," he said. "Yes--yes--yes. You done fust-rate, fust-rate."
His grandfather was the only one who refused to enthuse.
"Well," inquired Captain Zelotes, sitting down at his desk and glancing at his grandson over his spectacles, "do you cal"late to be able to get down to earth this mornin" far enough to figger up the payroll? You can put what you made from play-actin" on a separate sheet. It"s about as much as the average person makes at that job," he added.
Albert"s face flushed. There were times when he hated his grandfather.
Mr. Keeler, a moment later, put a hand on his shoulder.
"You mustn"t mind the old man, Al," he whispered. "I expect that seein"
you last night brought your dad"s job back to him strong. He can"t bear play-actin", you know, on your dad"s account. Yes--yes. That was it.
Yes--yes--yes."
It may have been a truthful explanation, but as an apology it was a limited success.
"My father was a gentleman, at any rate," snapped Albert. Laban opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again and walked back to his books.
In May, which was an unusually balmy month, the Congregational Sunday School gave an automobile excursion and box-luncheon party at High Point Light down at Trumet. As Rachel Ellis said, it was pretty early for picnickin", but if the Almighty"s season was ahead of time there didn"t seem to be any real good reason why one of his Sunday schools shouldn"t be. And, which was the princ.i.p.al excuse for the hurry, the hotel busses could be secured, which would not be the case after the season opened.
Albert went to the picnic. He was not very keen on going, but his grandfather had offered him a holiday for the purpose, and it was one of his principles never to refuse a chance to get away from that office.
Besides, a number of the young people of his age were going, and Gertie Kendrick had been particularly insistent.
"You just MUST come, Al," she said. "It won"t be any fun at all if you don"t come."
It is possible that Gertie found it almost as little fun when he did come. He happened to be in one of his moods that day; "Portygee streaks," his grandfather termed these moods, and told Olive that they were "that play-actor breakin" out in him." He talked but little during the ride down in the bus, refused to sing when called upon, and, after dinner, when the dancing in the pavilion was going on, stepped quietly out of the side door and went tramping along the edge of the bluff, looking out over the sea or down to the beach, where, one hundred and fifty feet below, the big waves were curling over to crash into a creamy ma.s.s of froth and edge the strand with lacy ripples.
The high clay bluffs of Trumet are unique. No other part of the Cape shows anything just like them. High Point Light crowns their highest and steepest point and is the flashing beacon the rays of which spell "America" to the incoming liner Boston bound.
Along the path skirting the edge of the bluff Albert strolled, his hands in his pockets and his thoughts almost anywhere except on the picnic and the picnickers of the South Harniss Congregational Church. His particular mood on this day was one of discontent and rebellion against the fate which had sentenced him to the a.s.sistant bookkeeper"s position in the office of Z. Snow and Co. At no time had he reconciled himself to the idea of that position as a permanent one; some day, somehow he was going to break away and do--marvelous things. But occasionally, and usually after a disagreeable happening in the office, he awoke from his youthful day dreams of glorious futures to a realization of the dismal to-day.
The happening which had brought about realization in this instance was humorous in the eyes of two-thirds of South Harniss"s population. They were chuckling over it yet. The majority of the remaining third were shocked. Albert, who was primarily responsible for the whole affair, was neither amused nor shocked; he was angry and humiliated.
The Reverend Seabury Calvin, of Providence, R. I., had arrived in town and opened his summer cottage unusually early in the season. What was quite as important, Mrs. Seabury Calvin had arrived with him. The Reverend Calvin, whose stay was in this case merely temporary, was planning to build an addition to his cottage porch. Mrs. Calvin, who was the head of the summer "Welfare Workers," whatever they were, had called a meeting at the Calvin house to make Welfare plans for the season.
The lumber for the new porch was ordered of Z. Snow and Co. The Reverend Calvin ordered it himself in person. Albert received the order.
"I wish this delivered to-morrow without fail," said Mr. Calvin. Albert promised.
But promises are not always easy to keep. One of Z. Snow and Co."s teams was busy hauling lumber for the new schoolhouse at Bayport. The other Issachar had commandeered for deliveries at Harniss Center and refused to give up his claim. And Laban Keeler, as it happened, was absent on one of his "vacations." Captain Zelotes was attending a directors"
meeting at Osham and from there was going to Boston for a day"s stay.
"The ship"s in your hands, Al," he had said to his grandson. "Let me see how you handle her."
So, in spite of Albert"s promise, the Calvin lumber was not delivered on time. The Reverend gentleman called to ask why. His manner was anything but receptive so far as excuses were concerned.
"Young man," he said loftily, "I am accustomed to do business with business people. Did you or did you not promise to deliver my order yesterday?"
"Why, yes sir, I promised, but we couldn"t do it. We--"
"I don"t care to know why you didn"t do it. The fact that you did not is sufficient. Will that order of mine be delivered to-day?"
"If it is a possible thing, Mr. Calvin, it--"
"Pardon me. Will it be delivered?"
The Speranza temper was rising. "Yes," said the owner of that temper, succinctly.
"Does yes mean yes, in this case; or does it mean what it meant before?"
"I have told you why--"
"Never mind. Young man, if that lumber is not delivered to-day I shall cancel the order. Do you understand?"
Albert swallowed hard. "I tell you, Mr. Calvin, that it shall be delivered," he said. "And it will be."