"Find me that hole I just made in the air and I"ll tell you, Cap"n,"
he added, with bitter irony.
"It"s--it"s worse than what I figgered on," remarked the Cap"n, despondently, after a thoughtful pause. "If a woman like Louada Murilla will let herself get fooled and stirred up in that kind of a way by a fly-by-night critter, there ain"t much hope of the rest of the neighborhood."
"It"s a kind of lyin" that there ain"t no fightin"," Hiram a.s.serted.
"And there are certain ones in this place that will keep it in the air. Now I didn"t sa.s.s that mesmerist. But I got it about as tough as you did. I"ll bet a thousand to one that Bat Reeves is gettin"
back at me for cuttin" him out with the widder. It"s reasonable,"
he declared, warming to the topic and checking items off on his stubby fingers. "Here"s your mesmerist rushin" hot to Reeves complainin"
about you and gettin" a permit from Reeves, along with a few pointers about you for occult use. Reeves hates you bad enough, but he hates me worse. And he sees to it that I get occulted, too. He ain"t lettin"
a chance like that slip past as soon as that perfessor lets him see what occultin" will do to a man. Why, condemn his hide and haslet, I believe he swapped that permit for a dose of so much occultin"--and I"ve got the dose."
"I should hate at my age to have to start in and go to sea again,"
mourned the Cap"n, after long meditation; "but I reckon I"ll either have to do that or go up in a balloon and stay there. There"s too many tricks for me on land. They ring in all they can think of themselves, and then they go to work and get a ghost to help. I can"t whale the daylights out of the ghost, and I don"t suppose it would be proper for a first selectman to cuff the ears of the woman that said females was followin" me, wailin" and gnashin" their teeth, but I can lick that yaller-fingered, cigarette-suckin" dude, and pay the fine for so doin"--and reckon I"ve got my money"s worth."
"You need a guardeen," snorted Hiram. "She will put on her robe and accuse you of havin" the ghost of a murdered man a-chasin" you."
The Cap"n grew white under his tan at this remark, made by Hiram in all guilelessness, and the memory of a certain Portuguese sailor, slipped overboard after a brief but busy mutiny, went shuddering through his thoughts.
"Ain"t got anything like that on your conscience, have you?" demanded the old showman, bluntly.
"She didn"t say anything only about women, did she?" evaded the Cap"n.
"Didn"t notice anything last night. She may be savin" something else for this evenin"," was Hiram"s consoling answer. His air and the baleful glance he bent on his neighbor indicated that he still held that irascible gentleman responsible for their joint misfortune. And, to show further displeasure, he whirled and stumped away across the fields toward his home.
Cap"n Aaron Sproul attended the show at the town hall that evening.
He went alone, after his wife had plaintively sighed her refusal to accompany him. He hadn"t intended to go. But he was drawn by a certain fatal fascination. He had a sailor"s superst.i.tious half-belief in the supernatural. He had caught word during the day of some astonishing revelations made by the seeress as to other persons in town, either by lucky guess or through secret pre-information, as his common sense told him. And yet his sneaking superst.i.tion whispered that there was "something in it, after all." If that mesmerist"s spirit of retaliation should carry him to the extent of hinting about that Portuguese sailor, Cap"n Sproul resolved to be in that hall, ready to stand up and beard his defamers.
Evidently Professor Derolli spotted his enemy; for Madame Dawn, in order that vengeance should be certain of its mark, repeated the vague yet perfectly obvious hints of the preceding evening; and Cap"n Sproul was thankful for the mystic gloom of the hall that hid his fury and his shame. He stole out of the place while the lights were still low. He feared for his self-restraint if he were to remain, and he realized what a poor figure he would make standing up there and replying to the malicious farrago of the woman under the veil.
XVI
For the rest of the professor"s engagement Cap"n Aaron Sproul and Hiram Look kept sullenly to their castles, nursing indignant sense of their wrongs. They got an occasional whiff of the scandal that was pursuing their names. Though their respective wives strove with pathetic loyalty to disbelieve all that the seeress had hinted at, and moved in sad silence about their duties, it was plain that the seed of evil had been planted deep in their imaginations. Poor human nature is only what it is, after all!
"Two better women never lived than them of ourn, and two that would be harder to turn," said Hiram to the Cap"n, "but it wouldn"t be human nature if they didn"t wonder sometimes what we"d been up to all them years before we showed up here, and what that cussed occulter said has torched "em on to thinkin" mighty hard. The only thing to do is to keep a stiff upper lip and wait till the clouds roll by. They"ll come to their senses and be ashamed of themselves, give "em time and rope enough."
Second Selectman Batson Reeves busied himself as a sort of master of ceremonies for Professor Derolli, acted as committee of investigation when the professor"s "stock subject" remained for a day and night in a shallow trench in the village cemetery, and even gave them the best that his widower"s house could afford at a Sunday dinner.
In the early flush of an August morning about a week after the departure of the hypnotic marvel and his companions, a mutual impulse seemed to actuate Selectman Sproul and Hiram Look at a moment surprisingly simultaneous. They started out their back doors, took the path leading over the hill between their farms, and met under the poplars at a point almost exactly half-way. It would be difficult to state which face expressed the most of embarra.s.sed concern as they stood silently gazing at each other.
"I was comin" over to your house," said Hiram.
"I was startin" for yourn," said the Cap"n.
Then both, like automatons pulled by the same string, dove hand into breast-pocket and pulled out a crumpled letter.
"Well, I"ll be dummed!" quoth the two in one voice.
"I don"t understand northin" about it," said Hiram, plaintively.
"But whatever it is, it has put me in a devil of a fix."
"If you"re havin" any more trouble to your house than I"m havin" over to mine, then you"ve somethin" that I don"t begrudge you none," added the Cap"n, gloomily.
"Woman left it," related Hiram. "It was in the edge of the evenin", and I hadn"t come in from the barn. Woman throwed it onto the piazza and run. Reckon she waited her chance so"t my wife would get holt of it. She did. She read it. And it"s h.e.l.l "n" repeat on the Look premises."
"Ditto and the same, word for word," said the Cap"n.
"The handwritin" ain"t much different," said the ex-showman, clutching Sproul"s letter and comparing the two sheets. "But it"s wimmen"s work with a pen--there ain"t no gettin" round that."
Then his voice broke into quavering rage as he went on.
"You jest think of a lovin", trustin", and confidin" woman gettin"
holt of a gob of p"isen like that!" He shook the crackling sheet over his head. ""Darlin" Hiram, how could you leave me, but if you will come away with me now all will be forgiven and forgotten, from one who loves you truly and well, and has followed you to remind you of your promise." My Gawd, Cap"n, ain"t that something to raise a blister on the motto, "G.o.d Bless Our Home"?"
"It"s done it over to my house," said the Cap"n, lugubriously.
"There never was any such woman--there never could have been any such woman," Hiram went on in fervid protest. "There ain"t n.o.body with a license to chase me up."
"Ditto and the same," chimed in Cap"n Sproul.
"No one!"
"No one!" echoed the Cap"n.
They stood and looked at each other a little while, and then their eyes shifted in some embarra.s.sment.
"Of course," said Hiram, at last, moderating his tone of indignation, "when a man ain"t had no anchor he might have showed attentions such as ladies expect from gents, and sometimes rash promises is made.
Now, perhaps--you understand I"m only supposin"--perhaps you"ve got some one in mind that might have misjudged what you said to her--some one that"s got a little touched in her head, perhaps, and she"s come here. In that case it might give us a clue if you"re a mind to own up."
The Cap"n flushed at this clumsy attempt of Hiram to secure a confidence.
"Seein" that you"ve thought how it might be done all so quick and handy, showin" what"s on your mind, I reckon you"d better lay down cards first," he said, significantly.
"I think it"s jest a piece of snigdom by some one tryin" to hurt us,"
proceeded Hiram, boring the Cap"n with inquisitive gaze. "But you never can tell what"s what in this world, and so long as we"re looking for clues we might as well have an understandin", so"s to see if there"s any such thing as two wimmen meetin" accidental and comparin"
notes and gettin" their heads together."
"None for me," said the Cap"n, but he said it falteringly.
"Well, there"s none for me, either, but there"s such a thing as havin"
what you"ve said misjudged by wimmen. Where the wimmen ain"t strong-headed, you know." He hesitated for a time, fiddling his forefinger under his nose. "There was just one woman I made talk to in my life such as a gent shouldn"t have made without backin" it up.
If she"d been stronger in her head I reckon she"d have realized that bein" sick, like I was, and not used to wimmen, and bein" so grateful for all her care and attention and kindness and head-rubbin", I was sort of took unawares, as you might say. A stronger-headed woman would have said to herself that it wasn"t to be laid up against me.
But as soon as I got to settin" up and eatin" solid food I could see that she was sappy, and prob"ly wanted to get out of nussin" and get married, and so she had it all written down on her nuss-diary what I said, mixed in with temperature, pulse, and things. I--"
Cap"n Sproul"s eyes had been widening, and his tongue was nervously licking wisps of whisker between his lips.