Pullet"s got book learnin" and treed ancestors and she ain"t. She"s got money and he ain"t. Both want what t"other"s best fixed in. If old Beanblossom had any sand, I should believe "twas a sure thing. I guess I"ll drop him a hint."
"My land!" I sang out; "don"t you do it. The fat"ll all be in the fire then."
"Skipper," says he, "you"re a cagey old bird, but you don"t know it all.
There"s some things you can leave to me. And, anyhow, whether the weddin" bells chime or not, all this talk is good free advertisin" for the store."
"Twa"n"t long after this that the genealogical man begun to seem less gay-like. He and Let.i.tia was together as much as ever, the Pendlebury tree and the Beanblossom tree-he worked on both at the same time-was flourishin", after the topsy-turvy way of such vegetables-from the upper branches down towards the trunks; but there was a look on Pullet"s face as he pawed through his books and papers that I couldn"t understand. He looked worried and troubled about somethin".
"What"s the matter?" I asked him, once. "Ain"t your ancestors turnin" up satisfactory?"
"Yes," he says, polite as ever, but sort of condescendin" and proud, "the Beanblossom history is, if you will permit me to say so, a very satisfactory record indeed."
"And the Pendleburys?" says I. "George Washin"ton was first cousin on their ma"s side, I s"pose."
He didn"t answer for a minute. Then he wiped his specs with his handkerchief. "The Pendlebury records are," he says, slow, "a trifle more confused and difficult. But I am progressin"-yes, Cap"n Snow, I think I may say that I am progressin"."
The thunderbolt hit us, out of a clear sky, the fust week in September.
Yet I s"pose we"d ought to have seen it comin" at least a day ahead.
That day the Pendlebury gasoline carryall come buzzin" up to the front platform and Let.i.tia steps out, grand as the Queen of Sheba, of course.
"Cap"n Snow," says she, and it seemed to me that she hesitated just a minute, "is Mr. Beanblossom about?"
"No," says I, "he ain"t. I don"t know where he is exactly. He was in the store this mornin" askin" about a letter he"s expectin" from the Genealogical Society folks, but he went out right afterwards and I ain"t seen him since. I s"posed, of course, he was up to your house."
"No," she says, and I thought she colored up a little mite; "he has not been there since day before yesterday. Perhaps that is natural, under the circ.u.mstances," speakin" more to herself than to me, "but ...
however, will you kindly tell him I called before leavin" for the city.
I am goin" to Boston on a shoppin" excursion," she adds, condescendin".
"I shall return on Wednesday."
She went away. Pullet didn"t show up until night and then the first thing he asked for was the mail. When I told him about the Pendlebury woman he turned round and went out again.
Next day was Sat.u.r.day and we was pretty busy, that is, Jim Henry and the clerk was busy. I was about as much use as usual, and, as for Pullet, he was no use at all. A big green envelope from the Genealogical Society come for him in the morning mail-he was always gettin" letters from that Society-and he grabbed at it and went out on the platform. A little while afterwards I saw him roostin" on a box out there, with his hair, what there was of it, all rumpled up, and an expression of such everlastin", world-without-end misery on his face that I stopped stock still and looked at him.
"For the mercy sakes," says I, "what"s happened?"
He turned his head, stared at me fishy-eyed, and got up off the box.
"What"s wrong?" I asked. "Is the world comin" to an end?"
He put one hand to his head and waved the other up and down like a pump handle.
"Yes," he sings out, frantic like. "It is ended already. It is all over.
I-I-"
And with that he jumps off the platform and goes staggerin" up the road.
I"d have follered him, but just then Jim Henry calls to me from inside the store and in a little while I"d forgot Beanblossom altogether. I thought of him once or twice durin" the day, but "twa"n"t till about shuttin"-up time that I thought enough to mention him to Jacobs. Then he mentioned him fust.
"Whew!" says he, settin" down for the fust time in two hours. "Whew! I"m tired. This has been the best day this concern has had since I took hold of it, and I"ve worked like a perpetual motion machine. We"ll need another boy pretty soon, Skipper. Pullet"s no good as a salesman. By the way, where _is_ Pullet? I ain"t seen him since noon."
Neither had I, now that I come to think of it.
"I wonder if the poor critter"s sick," I says. Then I started to tell how queer he"d acted out on the platform. I"d just begun when Amos Hallett"s boy come into the store with a note.
"It"s for you, Cap"n Zeb," he says, all out of breath. "I meant to give it to you afore, but I just this minute remembered it. Mr. Beanblossom, he give it to me at the depot when he took the up train."
"Took the up train?" says I. "Who did? Not Pul-Mr. Beanblossom?"
"Yes," says the boy. "He"s gone to Boston, leastways the depot-master said he bought a ticket for there. Why? Didn"t you know it? He-"
I was too astonished to speak at all, but Jim Henry was cool as usual.
"Yes, yes, son," he says. "It"s all right. You trot right along home afore you catch cold in your freckles." Then, after the youngster"d gone, he turns to me quick. "Open it, Skipper," he orders. "Somethin"s happened. Open it."
I opened the envelope. Inside was a sheet of foolscap covered from top to bottom with mighty shaky handwritin". I read it out loud.
"_Captain Zebulon Snow_,
"_Dear Sir_:
"Polite as ever, ain"t he?" I says. "He"d been genteel if he was writin"
his will."
"Go on!" snaps Jacobs. "Hurry up."
"_Dear Sir_: When you receive this I shall have left Ostable, it may be forever. I have made a horrible discovery, which has wrecked all my hopes and my life. In accordance with Mr. Jacob"s kindly counsel, I recently summoned courage to ask Miss Pendlebury to become my wife.
"Good heavens to Betsy!" I sang out, almost droppin" the letter.
"Go on!" shouts Jacobs. "Don"t stop now."
"But he asked her to _marry_ him!" I gasps. "In accordance with your advice-_yours_! Did _you_ have the cheek to-"
"_Will_ you go on? Of course I advised him. We"d got the Pendlebury trade, hadn"t we? Can you think of any surer way to cinch it than to have those two idiots marry each other? Go on-or give me the letter."
I went on, as well as I could, everything considered.
"She did not refuse. She was kinder than I had a right to expect. I realized my presumption, but-"
"Skip that," orders Jim Henry. "Get down to bra.s.s tacks."
I skipped some.
"She told me she must have a few days" time to consider. I waited. To-day I received a communication from the Genealogical Society which has dashed my hopes to the ground. It was in connection with my work on the Pendlebury family tree. For some time I have been very much troubled concerning developments in that work. The later Pendleburys have been ladies and gentlemen of repute and worth, but as I delved deeper into the past and approached the early generations in this country, I-"
"Skip again," says Jacobs.
I skipped.
"And now, to my horror, I find the fact proven beyond doubt.