"What be you, a "tomatom that don"t move till you pull a string, or be you an officer that"s supposed to know his own duty clear, and follow it?" demanded the first selectman.
"Constables is supposed to take orders from them that"s above "em,"
declared Mr. Nute. "I"m lookin" to you, and the Double-yer T.
Double-yers is lookin" to you."
"Well, if it"s botherin" your eyesight, you"d better look t"other way," growled the Cap"n.
"Be I goin" to raid or ain"t I goin" to raid?" demanded Constable Nute. "It"s for you to say!"
"Look here, Nute," said the Cap"n, rising and aiming his forefinger at the constable"s nose as he would have levelled a bulldog revolver, "if you and them wimmen think you"re goin" to use me as a pie-fork to lift hot dishes out of an oven that they"ve heated, you"d better leave go--that"s all I"ve got to say."
"You might just as well know it"s makin" talk," ventured the constable, taking a safer position near the door. A queer sort of embarra.s.sment that he noted in the Cap"n"s visage emboldened him.
"You know just as well as I do that Ferd Parrott has gone and took to sellin" licker. Old Brans...o...b..is goin" home tea-ed up reg"lar, and Al Leavitt and Pud Follansby and a half a dozen others are settin"
there all times of night, playin" cards and makin" a reg"lar ha"nt of it. If Ferd ain"t shet up it will be said"--the constable looked into the snapping eyes of the first selectman and halted apprehensively.
"It ain"t that I believe any such thing, Cap"n Sproul," he declared at last, breaking an embarra.s.sing silence. "But here"s them wimmen takin" up them San Francisco scandals to study in their Current Events Club, and when the officers here don"t act when complaint is made about a h.e.l.l-hole right here in town, talk starts, and it ain"t complimentary talk, either. Pers"n"ly, I feel like a tiger strainin"
at his chain, and I"d like orders to go ahead."
"Tiger, hey?" remarked the Cap"n, looking him up and down. "I knowed you reminded me of something, but I didn"t know what, before. Now, if them wimmen--" he began with decision, but broke off to stare through the town-office window. Mr. Nute stepped from the door to take observation, too.
Twelve women in single file were picking their way across the mushy street piled with soft March snow.
"Reckon the Double-yer T. Double-yers is goin" to wait on Ferd ag"in to give him his final come-uppance," suggested the constable. "Heard some talk of it yistiddy."
The Smyrna tavern into which they disappeared was a huge hulk, relic of the old days when the stage-coaches made the village their headquarters. The storms of years had washed the paint from it; it had "hogged" in the roof where the great square chimney projected its nicked bulk from among loosened bricks scattered on the shingles; and from knife-gnawed "deacon-seat" on the porch to window-blind, dangling from one hinge on the broad gable, the old structure was seedy indeed.
"I kind of pity Ferd," mumbled the constable, his faded eyes on the cracked door that the last woman had slammed behind her. "Hain"t averaged to put up one man a week for five years, and I reckon he"s had to sell rum or starve."
Cap"n Sproul made no observation. He still maintained that air of not caring to discuss the affairs of the Smyrna tavern. He stared at the building as though he rather expected to see the sides tumble out or the roof fly up, or something of the sort.
He did not bestow any especial attention on his friend Hiram Look when the ex-circus man drove up to the hitching-post in front of the town house with a fine flourish, hitched and came in.
"Seems that your wife and mine have gone temperancin" again to-day with the bunch," remarked Hiram, relighting his cigar. "I don"t know what difference it makes whether old Brans...o...b..and the other soshes round here get their ruin in an express-package or help Ferd to a little business. They"re bound to have it, anyway."
"That ain"t the p"int," protested Constable Nute, stiffly, throwing back his coat to display his badge. "Ferd Parrott"s breakin" the law, and it hurts my feelin"s as an officer to hear town magnates and reprusentative citizens glossin" it over for him."
The Cap"n stared at him balefully but did not trust himself to retort.
Hiram was not so cautious. He bridled instantly and insolently.
"There"s always some folks in this world ready to stick their noses into the door-crack of a man"s business when they know the man ain"t got strength to slam the door shut on "em. Wimmen"s clubs is all right so long as they stick to readin" hist"ry and discussin" tattin", but when they flock like a lot of old hen turkeys and go to peckin" a man because he"s down and can"t help himself, it ain"t anything but persecution--wolves turnin" on another one that"s got his leg broke.
I know animiles, and I know human critters. Them wimmen better be in other business, and I told my wife so this mornin"."
"So did I," said Cap"n Sproul, gloomily.
"And mine up at me like a settin" hen."
"So did mine," a.s.sented the Cap"n.
"Gave me a lecture on duties of man to feller man."
"Jest the same to my house."
"Have any idea who"s been stuffin" their heads with them notions?"
inquired Hiram, malevolently.
"Remember that square-cornered female with a face harder"n the physog of a wooden figurehead that was here last winter, and took "em aloft and told "em how to reef parli"ment"ry law, and all such?"
asked the Cap"n. "Well, she was the one."
"You mind my word," cried Hiram, vibrating his cigar, "when a wife begins to take orders from an old maid in frosted specs instead of from her own husband, then the moths is gettin" ready to eat the worsted out of the cardboard in the motto "G.o.d bless our home!""
"Law is law," broke in the unabashed representative of it, "and if the men-folks of this town ain"t got the gumption to stand behind an officer--"
"Look here, Nute," gritted the Cap"n, "I"ll stand behind you in about two seconds, and I"ll be standin" on one foot, at that! Don"t you go to castin" slurs on your betters. Because I"ve stood some talk from you to-day isn"t any sign that I"m goin" to stand any more."
Now the first selectman had the old familiar glint in his eyes, and Mr. Nute sat down meekly, returning no answer to the Cap"n"s sarcastic inquiry why he wasn"t over at the tavern acting as convoy for the Temperance Workers.
Two minutes later some one came stamping along the corridor of the town house. The office door was ajar, and this some one pushed it open with his foot.
It was Landlord Ferd Parrott. In one hand he carried an old glazed valise, in the other a canvas extension-case, this reduplication of baggage indicating a serious intention on the part of Mr. Parrott to travel far and remain long. His visage was sullen and the set of his jaws was ugly. Mr. Parrott had eyes that turned out from his nose, and though the Cap"n and Hiram were on opposite sides of the room it seemed as though his peculiar vision enabled him to fix an eye on each at the same time.
"I"m glad I found you here both together," he snarled. "I can tell you both at one whack. I ain"t got northin" against you. You"ve used me like gents. I don"t mean to dump you, nor northin" of the sort, but there ain"t anything I can seem to do. You take what there is--this here is all that belongs to me." He shook the valises at them. "I"m goin" to git out of this G.o.d-forsaken town--I"m goin" now, and I"m goin" strong, and you"re welcome to all I leave, just as I leave it. For the first time in my life I"m glad I"m a widderer."
After gazing at Mr. Parrott for a little time the Cap"n and Hiram searched each the other"s face with much interest. It was apparent that perfect confidence did not exist between them on some matters that were to the fore just then.
"Yours," said Mr. Parrott, jerking a stiff nod to the Cap"n, "is a morgidge on house and stable and land. Yours," he continued, with another nod at Hiram, "is a bill o" sale of all the furniture, dishes, liv"ry critters and stable outfit. Take it all and git what you can out of it."
"This ain"t no way to do--skip out like this," objected Hiram.
"Well, it"s _my_ way," replied Mr. Parrott, stubbornly, "and, seein"
that you"ve got security and all there is, I don"t believe you can stop me."
Mr. Parrott dropped his valises and whacked his fists together.
"If the citizens of this place don"t want a hotel they needn"t have a hotel," he shrilled. "If they want to turn wimmen loose on me to run me up a tree, by hossomy! I"ll pull the tree up after me."
"Look here, Ferd," said the Cap"n, eagerly, forgetting for the moment the presence of Constable Nute, "those wimmen might gabble a little at you and make threats and things like that--but--but--there isn"t anything they can do, you understand!" He winked at Mr. Parrott. "You know what I told you!"
But Mr. Parrott was in no way swayed or mollified.
"They _can"t"_ do anything, can"t they?" he squealed. "They"ve been into my house and knocked in the head of a keg of Medford rum, and busted three demijohns of whiskey, and got old Brans...o...b..to sign the pledge, and scared off the rest of the boys. Now they"re goin" to hire a pung, and a delegation of three is goin" to meet every train with badges on and tell every arrivin" guest that the Smyrna tavern is a nasty, wicked place, and old Aunt Juliet Gifford and her two old-maid girls are goin" to put up all parties at half-price. They _can"t_ do anything, hey! them wimmen can"t? Well, that"s what they"ve done to date--and if the married men of this place can"t keep their wives to home and their noses out of my business, then Smyrna can get along without a tavern. I"m done, I say. It"s all yours."
Mr. Parrott tossed his open palms toward them in token of utter surrender, and picked up his valises.
"You can"t shove that off onto us that way," roared Hiram.
"Well, your money is there, and you can go take it or leave it,"
retorted the desperate Mr. Parrott. "You"d better git your money where you can git it, seein" that you can"t very well git it out of my hide." And the retiring landlord of Smyrna tavern stormed out and plodded away down the mushy highway.
Constable Nute gazed after him through the window, and then surveyed the first selectman and Hiram with fresh and constantly increasing interest. His tufty eyebrows crawled like caterpillars, indicating that the thoughts under them must be of a decidedly stirring nature.