"There was a lot of hidin" done in a hurry when they come down on Ferd," pleaded the hostler, "and I forgot where I hid that gallon!"
The little man had his smarting eyes open. "Whiskey?" he mumbled, dragging his hand over his hair and sniffing at his fingers.
"You heard what that renegade owned up to," shouted Hiram, facing the women. "I gave him his orders. I give him his orders now. You jest appoint your delegation, wimmen! Don"t you hold me to blame for rum bein" here. You foller that man! And if he don"t show you where every drop is hid and give it into your hands to spill, I"ll--I"ll--"
He paused for a threat, cast his eyes about him, and tore down the alligator from the ceiling, seized it by the stiff tail and poised it like a cudgel. "I"ll meller him within an inch of his life."
"That sounds fair and reasonable, ladies," said the clergyman, "though, of course, we don"t want any violence."
"I"m always fair and reasonable," protested Hiram, "when folks come at me in a fair and reasonable way. You talk to them wimmen, elder, about bein" fair and reasonable themselves, and then lead "em back here, and you"ll find me ready to pull with "em for the good of this place, without tryin" to run cross-legged or turn a yoke or twist the hames."
When the reformers had departed on the heels of the cowed hostler, Hiram surveyed with interest the little man who was left alone with them.
"I--I--reckon I"ve got a little business to talk over with you,"
faltered the old showman, surveying him ruefully. The little man took a parting sniff at his finger-tips.
"You think, do you, that you"ve got over being driven up and that now you can stop flying and perch a few minutes?" inquired the little man with biting irony.
"I"ll "tend to your case now jest as close as I can," returned Hiram, meekly.
"Well," proceeded the little man, after boring Hiram and then the Cap"n for a time with steely eyes, "I happened to run across one Ferdinand Parrott on the train, and he seemed to have what I"ve been looking for, a property that I can convert into a sanitarium. My name is Professor Diamond, and I am the inventor of the Telauto--"
But Hiram"s curiosity did not extend to the professor"s science.
"The idee is," he broke in, eagerly, "did Ferd Parrott say anything about a morgidge and bill of sale bein" on this property, and be you prepared to clear off enc.u.mbrances?"
"I am," declared the professor promptly.
"Then you take it," snapped Hiram, with comprehensive sweep of his big hand. He kicked the alligator into the fireplace, took down his overcoat and shrugged his shoulders into it. "Get your money counted and come "round to town office for your papers."
While he was b.u.t.toning it the Reverend Thayer returned, leading the ladies of the Women"s Temperance Workers, Miss Philamese Nile at his side. But Hiram checked her first words.
"You talk to him after this," he said, with a chuck of his thumb over his shoulder toward the professor. "Speakin" for Cap"n Aaron Sproul and myself, I take the liberty to here state that we are now biddin"
farewell to the tavern business in one grand tableau to slow music, lights turned low and the audience risin" and singin" "Home, Sweet Home"." He strode out by the front way, followed by Mrs. Look.
"Had you just as soon come through the kitchen with me?" asked the Cap"n in a whisper as he approached his wife. "I"m goin" to do up what"s left of that plum-duff and take it home. It kind o" hits my tooth!"
XXIX
Mr. Aholiah Luce, of the Purgatory Hollow section of Smyrna, stood at bay on the dirt-banking of his "castle," that is, a sagged-in old hulk of a house of which only the L was habitable.
He was facing a delegation of his fellow-citizens, to wit: Cap"n Aaron Sproul, first selectman of the town; Hiram Look, Zeburee Nute, constable; and a nervous little man with a smudge of s.m.u.t on the side of his nose--ident.i.ty and occupation revealed by the lettering on the side of his wagon:
T. TAYLOR STOVES AND TINWARE VIENNA
Mr. Luce had his rubber boots set wide apart, and his tucked-in trousers emphasized the bow in his legs. With those legs and his elongated neck and round, k.n.o.bby head, Mr. Luce closely resembled one of a set of antique andirons.
"You want to look out you don"t squdge me too fur in this," said Mr.
Luce, warningly. "I"ve been squdged all my life, and I"ve "bout come to the limick. Now look out you don"t squdge me too fur!"
He side-stepped and stood athwart his door, the frame of which had been recently narrowed by half, the new boarding showing glaringly against the old. When one understood the situation, this new boarding had a very significant appearance.
Mr. Luce had gone over into Vienna, where his reputation for shiftiness was not as well known, and had secured from Mr. T. Taylor, recently set up in the stove business, a new range with all modern attachments, promising to pay on the instalment plan. Stove once installed, Mr. Luce had immediately begun to "improve" his mansion by building a new door-frame too narrow to permit the exit of the stove. Then Mr. Luce had neglected to pay, and, approached by replevin papers, invoked the statute that provides that a man"s house cannot be ripped in pieces to secure goods purchased on credit.
Constable Nute, unable to cope with the problem, had driven to Smyrna village and summoned the first selectman, and the Cap"n had solicited Hiram Look to transport him, never having conquered his sailor"s fear of a horse.
"It ain"t goin" to be twitted abroad in Vienny nor any other town that we let you steal from outsiders in any such way as this,"
declared the first selectman, once on the ground. "Folks has allus cal"lated on your stealin" about so much here in town in the run of a year, and haven"t made no great fuss about it. But we ain"t goin"
to harbor and protect any general Red Rover and have it slurred against this town. Take down that scantlin" stuff and let this man have his stove."
"You can squdge me only so fur and no furder," a.s.serted Luce, sullenly, holding down his loose upper lip with his yellow teeth as though to keep it from flapping in the wind. Within the mansion there was the mellow rasp of a tin of biscuit on an oven floor, the slam of an oven door, and Mrs. Luce appeared dusting flour from her hands. All who knew Mrs. Luce knew that she was a persistent and insistent exponent of the belief of the Millerites--"Go-uppers," they called the sect in Smyrna.
"I say you"ve got to open up and give this man his property," cried Cap"n Sproul, advancing on them.
"Property? Who talks of property?" demanded Mrs. Luce, her voice hollow with the hollowness of the prophet. "No one knows the day and the hour when we are to be swept up. It is near at hand. We shall ride triumphant to the skies. And will any one think of property and the vain things of this world then?"
"Prob"ly not," agreed the Cap"n, sarcastically, "and there won"t be any need of a cook-stove in the place where your husband will fetch up. He can do all his cookin" on a toastin"-fork over an open fire--there"ll be plenty of blaze."
"Don"t squdge me too fur," repeated Mr. Luce, clinging to the most expressive warning he could muster just then.
"It"s full time for that critter to be fetched up with a round turn,"
muttered Constable Nute, coming close to the elbow of the first selectman, where the latter stood glowering on the culprit. "I reckon you don"t know as much about him as I do. When his mother was nussin"
him, a helpless babe, he"d take the pins out"n her hair, and they didn"t think it was anything but playin". Once he stole the specs off"m her head whilst she was nappin" with him in her arms, and jammed "em down a hole in the back of the rockin"-chair. Whilst old Doc Burns was vaccinatin" him--and he wa"n"t more"n tew years old--he got Doc"s watch."
"Those things would kind of give you a notion he"d steal, give him a fair chance," commented Hiram, dryly.
"He"s stole ever since--everything from carpet tacks to a load of hay," snapped the constable, "till folks don"t stop to think he"s stealin". He"s got to be like rats and hossflies and other pests--you cuss "em, but you reckon they"ve come to stay."
"I"ve abated some of the nuisances in this town," stated the Cap"n, "and I cal"late I"m good for this one, now that it"s been stuck under my nose. Why haven"t you arrested him in times past, same as you ought to have done?"
"Wasn"t any one who would swear out complaints," said the constable.
"He"s allus been threatenin" what kairosene and matches would do to barns; and it wouldn"t be no satisfaction to send "Liah Luce to State Prison--he ain"t account enough. It wouldn"t pay the loser for a stand of buildin"s--havin" him there."
Cap"n Sproul began to understand some of the sane business reasons that guaranteed the immunity of Aholiah Luce, so long as he stuck to petty thieving. But this international matter of the town of Vienna seemed to the first selectman of Smyrna to be another sort of proposition. And he surveyed the recalcitrant Mr. Luce with malignant gaze.
"I"ve never seen you backed down by n.o.body," vouchsafed the admiring constable, anxious to shift his own responsibility and understanding pretty well how to do it. "I"ve allus said that if there was any man could run this town the way it ought to be run you was the man to do it."
Cap"n Sproul was not the kind to disappoint the confident flattery of those who looked up to him. He b.u.t.toned his pea-jacket, and set his hat firmly on his head. Mr. Luce noted these signs of belligerency and braced his firedog legs.
"It"s the meek that shall inherit, ye want to remember that!" croaked Mrs. Luce. "And the crowned heads and the high and mighty--where will they be then?"
"They won"t be found usin" a stolen cook-stove and quotin"
Scriptur"," snorted the Cap"n in disgust.
"It ain"t been stole," insisted Mr. Luce. "It was bought reg"lar, and it can"t be took away without mollywhackin" my house--and I"ve got the law on my side that says you can"t do it."