First Selectman Sproul had ordered his men to take a certain direction with the new road in order to avoid some obstructions that would entail extra expense on the town of Smyrna.
Selectman Trufant, of Vienna, was equally as solicitous about saving expense on behalf of his own town, and refused to swing his road to meet Smyrna"s highway. Result: the two pieces of highway came to the town line and there stopped doggedly. There were at least a dozen rods between the two ends. To judge from the language that the two town officers were now exchanging across the granite post, it seemed likely that the roads would stay separated.
"Our s"leckman can outtalk him three to one," confided one of the Smyrna supporters to Constable Nute. "I never heard deep-water cussin" before, with all the trimmin"s. Old Trufant ain"t got northin" but side-hill conversation, and I reckon he"s about run down."
Constable Nute should have awaited more fitting opportunity, but Constable Nute was a rather direct and one-ideaed person. As manager of the town hall he had business to transact with the first selectman, and he proceeded to transact it.
"Mister S"leckman," he shouted, "I want to introduce you to Perfessor--Perfessor--I ain"t got your name yit so I can speak it,"
he said, turning to his pa.s.senger.
"Professor Derolli," prompted the pa.s.senger, flicking his cigarette ash.
Cap"n Sproul merely shot one red glance over his shoulder, and then proceeded with his arraignment of Vienna in general--mentally, morally, socially, politically, and commercially.
"The perfessor," bawled Constable Nute, unable to get his team very near the selectman on account of the upheaved condition of the road, "has jest arranged with me to hire the town hall for a week, and he wants to arrange with the selectmen to borrow the use of the graveyard for a day or so."
The constable"s vociferousness put the Cap"n out of voice, and he whirled to find that his auditors had lost all interest in the road dispute, and naturally, too.
"To borrow the use of the graveyard, said privilege bein" throwed in, considerin" that he hires the town hall for a week," repeated the constable.
Cap"n Sproul hated cigarettes; and he hated slim, pale young men who dressed foppishly, cla.s.sing all such under the general term "dude."
The combination of the two, attending the interruption of his absorbing business of the moment, put a wire edge on his temper.
"Graveyard! Yes!" he roared. "I"ll appoint his funeral for two o"clock this afternoon, and I"ll guarantee to have the corpse ready."
"In transactin" business it ain"t no time for jokin"," protested the direct Mr. Nute.
"There"s no joke to it," returned the Cap"n, viciously, seizing a pickaxe.
"It ain"t much of a way for a first selectman of a town to act in public," persisted Constable Nute, "when town business is put before him."
That remark and a supercilious glance from the professor through his cigarette smoke brought the Cap"n on the trot to the side of the wagon.
"I"m "tendin" to town business--don"t you forget that! And I"m "tendin" to it so close that I ain"t got time to waste on any cheap peep-show critters. Don"t want "em in town. Clear out!"
"I"ll make you sorry for insulting a gentleman," the professor threatened.
"Clear out!" insisted the Cap"n. "You ain"t got any right drivin"
onto this road. It ain"t been opened to travel--"
"And it looks as though it never would be," remarked Constable Nute, sarcastically; but, daunted by the glare in the Cap"n"s eyes, he began to turn his horse. "I want you to understand, S"leckman Sproul, that there are two other s"leckmen in this town, and you can"t run everything, even if you"ve started in to do it."
It was pointed reference to the differences that existed in the board of selectmen, on account of Cap"n Sproul"s determination to command.
Two very indignant men rode away, leaving a perfectly furious one standing in the road shaking his fists after them. And he was the more angry because he felt that he had been hastier with the constable than even his overwrought state of mind warranted. Then, as he reflected on the graveyard matter, his curiosity began to get the better of his wrath, and to the surprise of his Vienna antagonist he abandoned the field without another word and started for Smyrna village with his men and dump-carts.
But dump-carts move slowly, and when the Cap"n arrived at the town house Constable Zeburee Nute was nailing up a hand-bill that announced that Professor Derolli, the celebrated hypnotist, would occupy the town hall for a week, and that he would perform the remarkable feat of burying a subject in the local graveyard for forty-eight hours, and that he would "raise this subject from the dead," alive and well. The ink was just dry on a permit to use the graveyard, signed by Selectmen Batson Reeves and Philias Blodgett.
The grim experiment was to wind up the professor"s engagement. In the mean time he was to give a nightly entertainment at the hall, consisting of hypnotism and psychic readings, the latter by "that astounding occult seer and prophetess, Madame Dawn."
Cap"n Sproul went home growling strong language, but confessing to himself that he was a little ashamed to enter into any further contest with the cigarette-smoking showman and the two men who were the Cap"n"s hated a.s.sociates on the board of selectmen.
That evening neighbor Hiram Look called with Mrs. Look on their way to the village to attend the show, but Cap"n Sproul doggedly resisted their appeals that he take his wife and go along, too. He opposed no objection, however, when Louada Murilla decided that she would accept neighbor Look"s offer of escort.
But when she came back and looked at him, and sighed, and sighed, and looked at him till bedtime, shaking her head sadly when he demanded the reason for her pensiveness, he wished he had made her stay at home. He decided that Zeburee Nute had probably been busy with his tongue as to that boyish display of temper on the Rattledown Hill road.
Hiram Look came over early the next morning and found the Cap"n thinning beets in his garden. The expression on the visitor"s face did not harmonize with the brightness of the sunshine.
"I don"t blame you for not goin"," he growled. "But if you had an idea of what they was goin" to do to get even, I should "a" most thought you"d "a" tipped me off. It would have been the part of a friend, anyway."
The Cap"n blinked up at him in mute query.
"It ain"t ever safe to sa.s.s people that"s got the ear of the public, like reporters and show people," proceeded Hiram, rebukingly. "I"ve been in the show business, and I know. They can do you, and do you plenty, and you don"t stand the show of an isuckle in a hot spider."
"What are ye tryin" to get through you, anyway?" demanded the first selectman.
"Hain"t your wife said northin" about it?"
"She"s set and looked at me like I was a cake that she"d forgot in the oven," confided the Cap"n, sullenly; "but that"s all I know about it."
"Well, that"s about what I"ve had to stand in my fam"ly, too. I tell ye, ye hadn"t ought to have sa.s.sed that mesmerist feller. Oh, I heard all about it," he cried, flapping hand of protest as the Cap"n tried to speak. "I don"t know why you done it. What I say is, you ought to have consulted me. I know show people better"n you do. Then you ain"t heard northin" of what she said?"
"If you"ve got anything to tell me, why in the name of the three-toed Cicero don"t you tell it?" blurted the Cap"n, indignantly.
He got up and brushed the dirt off his knees. "If there"s anything that stirs my temper, it"s this mumble-grumble, whiffle-and-hint business. Out and open, that"s my style." He was reflecting testily on the peculiar reticence of his wife.
"I agree with you," replied Hiram, calmly. But his mind was on another phase of the question. "If she had been out and open it wouldn"t have been so bad. It"s this hintin" that does the most mischief. Give folks a hint, and a nasty imagination will do the rest. That"s the way she"s workin" it."
"She? Who?"
"Your mesmerist fellow"s runnin" mate--that woman that calls herself Madame Dawn, and reads the past and tells the future."
"There ain"t n.o.body can do no such thing," snapped Cap"n Sproul.
"They"re both frauds, and I didn"t want "em in town, and I was right about it."
"Bein" as how I was in the show business thirty years, you needn"t feel called on to post me on fakes," said Hiram, tartly. "But the bigger the fake is the better it catches the crowd. If she"d simply been an old scandal-monger at a quiltin"-bee and started a story about us, we could run down the story and run old scandal-grabber up a tree. But when a woman goes into a trance and a sperit comes teeterin" out from the dark behind the stage and drops a white robe over her, and she begins to occult, or whatever they call it, and speaks of them in high places, and them with fat moneybags, and that ain"t been long in our midst, and has come from no one jest knows where, and that she sees black shadders followin" "em, along with wimmen weepin" and wringin" of their hands--well, when a woman sets on the town-hall stage and goes on in that strain for a half-hour, it ain"t the kind of a show that I want to be at--not with my wife and yourn on the same settee with me."
He scowled on the Cap"n"s increasing perturbation.
"A man is a darned fool to fight a polecat, Cap"n Sproul, and you ought to have known better than to let drive at him as you did."
"She didn"t call names, did she?" asked the Cap"n.
"Call names! Of course she didn"t call names. Didn"t have to. There"s the difference between scandal and occultin". We can"t get no bind on her for what she said. Now here are you and me, back here to settle down after roamin" the wide world over; jest got our feet placed, as you might say, and new married to good wimmen--and because we"re a little forehanded and independent, and seem to be enjoyin" life, every one is all ready to believe the worst about us on general principles. Mossbacks are always ready to believe that a man that"s travelled any has been raising seventeen kinds of tophet all his life.
All she had to do was go into a trance, talk a little Injun, and then hint enough to set their imaginations to workin" about us. Up to now, judgin" by the way she"s been lookin" at me, my wife believes I"ve got seven wives strewed around the country somewhere, either alive or buried in cellars. As to your wife, you bein" a seafarin" character, she"s prob"ly got it figgered that a round-up of your fam"ly circle, admittin" all that"s got a claim on you, would range all the way from a Hindu to a Hottentot, and would look like a congress of nations.
In about two days more--imagination still workin", and a few old she devils in this place startin" stories to help it along--our wives will be hoppin" up every ten minutes to look down the road and see if any of the victims have hove in sight. And what can we do?"
Hiram lunged a vigorous kick straight before him.