Northwick."
"Then I suppose he"s just gone up to Ponkwa.s.set about the trouble there."
"Labor trouble?"
"I guess so."
The woman called toward an open door at the end of the room, "William!"
and a man in his shirt sleeves showed himself. "You heard of any labor trouble to Mr. Northwick"s mills?"
"No, I don"t believe there is any," said the man. He came forward inquiringly to the table where his wife was standing by the _Events_"
young man.
"Well, I"m sorry," said the young man, "but it shows that I haven"t lost so much in missing Mr. Northwick, after all. I came up here from Boston to interview him for our paper about the labor troubles."
"I want to know!" said the hostess. "You an editor?"
"Well, I"m a reporter--same thing," the young man answered. "Perhaps you"ve got some troubles of your own here in your shops?"
"No," said the host, "I guess everybody"s pretty well satisfied here in Hatboro"." He was tempted to talk by the air of confidence which the _Events_" young man somehow diffused about him, but his native Yankee caution prevailed, and he did not take the lead offered him.
"Well," said the young man, "I noticed one of your citizens over at the drug store that seemed to be pretty happy."
"Oh, yes; Mr. Putney. I heard you tellin" my wife."
"Who _is_ Mr. Putney, any way?" asked the _Events_" man.
"Mr. Putney?" the host repeated, with a glance at his wife, as if for instruction or correction in case he should go wrong. "He"s one of the old Hatboro" Putneys, here."
"All of "em preserved in liquor, the same way?"
"Well, no, I can"t say as they are." The host laughed, but not with much liking, apparently. His wife did not laugh at all, and the young man perceived that he had struck a false note.
"Pity," he said, "to see a man like that, goin" that way. He said more bright things in five minutes, drunk as he was, than I could say in a month on a strict prohibition basis."
The good understanding was restored by this ready self-abas.e.m.e.nt. "Well, I d" know as you can say that, exactly," said the hostess, "but he is bright, there ain"t any two ways about it. And he ain"t always that way you see him. It"s just one of his times, now. He has "em about once in every four or five months, and the rest part he"s just as straight as anybody. It"s like a disease, as I tell my husband."
"I guess if he was a mind to steady up, there ain"t any lawyer could go ahead of him, well, not in _this_ town," said the husband.
"Seems to be pretty popular as it is," said the young man. "What makes him so down on Mr. Northwick?"
"Well, I dunno," said the host, "_what_ it is. He"s always been so. I presume it"s more the kind of a man Mr. Northwick is, than what it is anything else."
"Why, what kind of a man _is_ Mr. Northwick, any way?" the young man asked, beginning to give his attention to the pie, which the woman had now brought. "He don"t seem to be so popular. What"s the reason."
"Well, I don"t know as I could say, exactly. I presume, one thing, he"s only been here summers till this year, since his wife died, and he never did have much to do with the place, before."
"What"s he living here for this winter? Economizing?"
"No; I guess he no need to do that," the host answered.
His wife looked knowing, and said with a laugh, "I guess Miss Sue Northwick could tell you if she was a mind to."
"Oh, I see," said the reporter, with an irreverence that seemed to be merely provisional and held subject to instant exchange for any more available att.i.tude. "Young man in the case. Friendless minister whose slippers require constant attention?"
"I guess he ain"t very friendless," said the hostess, "as far forth as that goes. He"s about the most popular minister, especially with the workin" folks, since Mr. Peck."
"Who was Mr. Peck?"
"Well, he was the one that was run over by the cars at the depot here two or three years back. Why, this house was started on his idea. Sort of co-operation at first; we run it for the Social Union."
"And the co-operation petered out," said the reporter making a note.
"Always does; and then you took it, and began to make money. Standard history of co-operation."
"I guess we ain"t gettin" rich any too fast," said the hostess, dryly.
"Well, you will if you use the Northwick b.u.t.ter. What"s the reason he isn"t popular here when he is here? Must spend a good deal of money on that big place of his; and give work."
"Mr. Putney says it"s corruptin" to have such a rich man in the neighborhood; and he does more harm than good with his money." The hostess threw out the notion as if it were something she had never been quite able to accept herself, and would like to see its effect upon a man of the reporter"s wide observation. "_He_ thinks Hatboro" was better off before there was a single hat-shop or shoe-shop in the place."
"And the law offices had it all to themselves," said the young man; and he laughed. "Well, it was a halcyon period. What sort of a man is Mr.
Northwick, personally?"
The woman referred the question to her husband, who pondered it a moment. "Well, he"s a kind of a close-mouthed man. He"s never had anything to do with the Hatboro" folks much. But I never heard anything against him. I guess he"s a pretty good man."
"Wouldn"t be likely to mention it round a great deal if he _was_ going to Canada. Heigh? Well, I"m sorry I can"t see Mr. Northwick, after all.
With these strikes in the mills everywhere, he must have some light to throw on the labor question generally. Poor boy, himself, I believe?"
"I don"t believe his daughters could remember when," said the hostess, sarcastically.
"That"s so? Well, we are apt to lose our memory for dates as we get on in the world, especially the ladies. Ponkwa.s.set isn"t on the direct line of this road, is it?" He asked this of the host, as if it followed.
"No, you got to change at Springfield, and take the Union and Dominion road there. Then it"s on a branch."
"Well, I guess I shall have to run up and see Mr. Northwick, there.
_What_ did you say the young man"s name was that"s keeping the Northwick family here this winter?" He turned suddenly to the hostess, putting up his note-book, and throwing a silver dollar on the table to be changed.
"Married man myself, you know."
"I guess I hain"t mentioned any names," said the woman in high glee. Her husband went back to the kitchen, and she took the dollar away to a desk in the corner of the room, and brought back the change.
"Who"d be a good person to talk with about the labor situation here?"
the young man asked, in pocketing his money.
"I d" know as I could hardly tell," said the hostess thoughtfully.
"There"s Colonel Marvin, he"s got the largest shoe-shop; and some the hat-shop folks, most any of "em would do. And then there"s Mr.
Wilmington that owns the stocking mills; him or Mr. Jack Wilmington, either one"d be good. Mr. Jack"d be the best, I guess. Or I don"t suppose there"s anybuddy in the place "d know more, if they"d a mind to talk, than Mrs. Wilmington; unless it was Mis" Docter Morrell."
"Is Mr. Jack their son?" asked the reporter.