"Duke, then! Dammit, crown him lord of all! But when you let him hang that pod of his out over the rail of that judges" stand and bust up a hoss-trot programmy that I"ve been three months gettin" entries for--and all jest so he can show off a white vest and a plug hat and a new gold stop-watch and have the band play "Hail to the Chief"--I don"t stand for it--no, sir!"
"The trouble is with you," retorted the president with spirit, "you"ve razoo-ed and hoss-jockeyed so long you"ve got the idea that all there is to a fair is a plug of chaw-tobacco, a bag of peanuts, and a posse of nose-whistlin" old pelters skatin" round a half-mile track."
"And you and "Kit"--you and Duke Jabe, leave you alone to run a fair--wouldn"t have northin" but his new exhibition hall filled with croshayed tidies and hooked rugs."
"Well, I move," broke in Trustee Dunham, "that we git som"ers. I"m personally in favor of pleasin" Honer"ble Bickford and takin" the exhibition hall."
"That"s right! That"s business!" came decisive chorus from the other three trustees. "Let"s take the hall."
Wallace doubled his gaunt form, propped himself on the table by his skinny arms, and stared from face to face in disgust unutterable.
"Take it?" he sneered. "Why, you"ll take anything! You"re takin" up the air in this room, like pumpin" up a sulky tire, and ain"t lettin"
it out again! Good-day! I"m goin" out where I can get a full breath."
He whirled on them at the door.
"But you hark to what I"m predictin" to you! If you don"t wish the devil had ye before you"re done with that old balloon with a plug hat on it in your judges" stand, then I"ll trot an exhibition half mile on my hands and knees against Star Pointer for a bag of oats.
And I"m speakin" for all the hossmen in this county."
When this uncomfortable Jeremiah had departed, leaving in his wake a trailing of oaths and a bouquet of stable aroma, the trustees showed relief, even if enthusiasm was notably absent.
"It"s going to raise the tone of the fair, having him in the stand--there ain"t any getting round that," said the president. "The notion seemed to strike him mighty favorable. "It"s an idea!" said he to me. "Yes, a real idea. I will have other prominent gentlemen to serve with me, and we will be announced as paytrons of the races.
That will sound well, I think." And he asked me what two men in town was best fixed financially, and, of course, I told him Cap"n Aaron Sproul, our first selectman, and Hiram Look. He said he hadn"t been in town long enough to get real well acquainted with either of them yet, but hoped they were gentlemen. I told him they were. I reckon that being skipper of a ship and ownin" a circus stands as high as the gold-mine business."
"Well," said one of the trustees, with some venom, "Jabe Bickford is doin" a good deal for this town, one way and another, but he wants to remember that his gran"ther had to call on us for town aid, and that there wa"n"t nary ever another Bickford that lived in this town or went out of it, except Jabe, that could get trusted for a barrel of flour. Puttin" on his airs out West is all right, but puttin" "em on here to home, among us that knows him and all his breed, is makin"
some of the old residents kind of sick. Si Wallace hadn"t ought to call him by that name he did, but Si is talkin" the way a good many feel."
"If an angel from heaven should descend on this town with the gift of abidin" grace," said President Kitchen, sarcastically, "a lot of folks here would get behind his back and make faces at him."
"Prob"ly would," returned the trustee, imperturbably, "if said angel wore a plug hat and kid gloves from mornin" till night, said "Me good man" to old codgers who knowed him when he had stone-bruises on his heels as big as pigeon"s aigs, and otherwise acted as though he was cream and every one else was b.u.t.termilk."
"Well, when some of the rest of you have done as much for this town as Honer"ble Bickford," broke in the president, testily, "you can have the right to criticise. As it is, I can"t see anything but jealousy in it. And I"ve heard enough of it. Now, to make this thing all pleasant and agreeable to the Honer"ble Bickford, we"ve got to have Cap"n Sproul and Hiram Look act as judges with him. "Tis a vote!
Now, who will see Cap"n Sproul and--"
"Considerin" what has happened to those who have in times past tried to notify Cap"n Sproul of honors tendered to him in this town, you"d better pick out some one who knows how to use the wireless telegraph,"
suggested one of the trustees.
"There won"t be any trouble in gettin" Hiram Look to act," said the president. "He"s just enough of a circus feller to like to stand up before the crowd and show authority. Well, then"--the president"s wits were sharpened by his anxiety over the proposed exhibition hall--"let Mr. Look arrange it with Cap"n Sproul. They"re suckin"
cider through the same straw these days."
And this suggestion was so eminently good that the meeting adjourned in excellent humor that made light of all the gloomy prognostications of Trustee Wallace.
As though good-fortune were in sooth ruling the affairs of the Smyrna A.F. & G.D.A., Hiram Look came driving past as the trustees came out of the tavern, their meeting-place.
He stroked his long mustache and listened. At first his silk hat stuck up rigidly, but soon it began to nod gratified a.s.sent.
"I don"t know much about hoss-trottin" rules, but a man that"s been in the show business for thirty years has got enough sportin" blood in him for the job, I reckon. Bickford and Sproul, hey? Why, yes!
I"ll hunt up the Cap, and take him over to Bickford"s, and we"ll settle preliminaries, or whatever the hoss-talk is for gettin"
together. I"d rather referee a prize-fight, but you"re too dead up this way for real sport to take well. Nothing been said to Sproul?
All right! I"ll fix him."
Cap"n Sproul was in his garden, surveying the growing "sa.s.s" with much content of spirit. He cheerfully accepted Hiram"s invitation to take a ride, destination not mentioned, and they jogged away toward "Bickburn Towers," as the Honorable J. Percival had named the remodelled farm-house of his ancestors.
Hiram, whose gift was language, impetuous in flow and convincing in argument, whether as barker or friend, conveyed the message of the trustees to Cap"n Sproul. But the first selectman of Smyrna did not display enthusiasm. He scowled at the buggy dasher and was silent.
"Men that have been out and about, like you and I have been, need something once in a while to break the monotony of country life,"
concluded Hiram, slashing his whip at the wayside alders.
"You and me and him," observed the Cap"n, with sullen prod of his thumb in direction of the "gingerbready" tower of the Bickford place rising over the ridge, "marooned in that judges" stand like penguins on a ledge--we"ll be li"ble to break the monotony. Oh yes! There ain"t no doubt about that."
"Why, there"ll be northin" to it!" bl.u.s.tered Hiram, encouragingly.
"I"ll swear "em into line, you holler "Go!" and the Honer"ble Bickford will finger that new gold stop-watch of his and see how fast they do it. Northin" to it, I say!"
"This is the blastedest town a man ever settled down in to spend his last days in peace and quietness," growled the Cap"n. "There"s a set of men here that seem to be perfickly happy so long as they"re rollin"
up a gob of trouble, sloppin" a little sweet-oil and mola.s.ses on the outside and foolin" some one into swallerin" it. I tell ye, Look, I"ve lived here a little longer than you have, and when you see a man comin" to offer you what they call an honor, kick him on general principles, and kick him hard."
"Doctors ought to be willin" to take their own medicine," retorted Hiram, grimly. "Here you be, first selec"man and--"
"They caught me when I wa"n"t lookin"--not bein" used to the ways of land-piruts," replied the Cap"n, gloomily. "I was tryin" to warn you as one that"s been ahead and knows."
"Why, that"s just what I like about this town," blurted Hiram, undismayed. "When I came home to Palermo a year ago or so, after all my wanderin"s, they wouldn"t elect me so much as hog-reeve--seemed to be down on me all "round. But here--heard what they did last night?" There was pride in his tones. "They elected me foreman of the Smyrna Ancient and Honer"ble Firemen"s a.s.sociation."
"And you let "em hornswoggle you into takin" it?" demanded the Cap"n.
"Leather buckets, piazzy hat, speakin"-trumpet, bed-wrench, and puckerin"-string bag are in my front hall this minit," said Hiram, cheerily, "and the wife is gittin" the stuff together for the feed and blow-out next week. I"m goin" to do it up brown!"
The Cap"n opened his mouth as though to enter upon revelations. But he shut it without a word.
"It ain"t no use," he reflected, his mind bitter with the memories of his own occupancy of that office. "It"s like the smallpox and the measles; you"ve got to have a run of "em yourself before you"re safe from ketchin" "em."
The Honorable J. Percival Bickford, rotund and suave with the mushiness of the near-gentleman, met them graciously in the hall, having waited for the servant to announce them.
Hiram did most of the talking, puffing at one of the host"s long cigars. Cap"n Sproul sat on the edge of a spider-legged chair, great unhappiness on his countenance. Mr. Bickford was both charmed and delighted, so he said, by their acceptance, and made it known that he had suggested them, in his anxiety to have only gentlemen of standing a.s.sociated with him.
"As the landed proprietors of the town, as you might say," he observed, "it becomes us as due our position to remove ourselves a little from the herd. In the judges" stand we can, as you might say, be patrons of the sports of the day, without loss of dignity. I believe--and this is also my suggestion--that the trustees are to provide an open barouche, and we will be escorted from the gate to the stand by a band of music. That will be nice. And when it is over we will award the prizes, as I believe they call it--"
"Announce winners of heats and division of purses," corrected Hiram, out of his greater knowledge of sporting affairs. "I"ll do that through a megaphone. When I barked in front of my show you could hear me a mile."
"It will all be very nice," said Mr. Bickford, daintily flecking cigar ash from his glorious white waistcoat. "Er--by the way--I see that you customarily wear a silk hat, Mr. Look."
"It needs a plug hat, a lemon, and a hunk of gla.s.s to run a circus,"
said the ex-showman.
"Yes, men may say what they like, Mr. Look, the people expect certain things in the way of garb from those whom they honor with position.
Er--do you wear a silk hat officially, Captain Sproul, as selectman?"
"Not by a--never had one of the things on!" replied the Cap"n, moderating his first indignant outburst.
"I"m going to do you a bit of neighborly kindness," said Mr. Bickford, blandly. "James," he called to the servant, "bring the brown bandbox in the hall closet. It"s one of my hats," he explained. "I have several. You may wear it in the stand, with my compliments, Captain Sproul. Then we"ll be three of a kind, eh? Ha, ha!"