He continued to call the farmers, despite Ward"s objurgations.
Farmers called their wives. All followed behind the engaged couple.
As usually happens in country communities, word had gone abroad in other directions that there were strange doings at the Pike place.
With huge satisfaction the Cap"n noted that the yard was packed with spectators.
"Where be ye?" bellowed Colonel Ward, now in a frenzy. "Where be ye, ye scalawags that are round tryin" to hector a respectable woman that wouldn"t wipe her feet on ye? Come out here and talk to me!"
The neighbors fell back, recognizing his authority in the matter; and the men who were suing this modern Penelope appeared from various parts of the premises.
"I desire to say, as a clergyman along evangelical lines, and not a settled pastor," said the man in the fuzzy plug-hat, "that I do not approve of this person"s violent language. I have seen him once before to-day, and he appeared singularly vulgar and unrefined. He used violent language then. I desire to say to you, sir, that I am here on the best of authority"--he tapped his breast pocket--"and here I shall remain until I have discussed the main question thoroughly with the estimable woman who has invited me here."
"It"s a lie--I never invited him, Colonel Gid!" cried the spinster.
"If you"re any part of a man, and mean any part of what you have allus said to me, you"ll make him take that back."
For a moment the Colonel"s jealous suspicion had flamed again, but the woman"s appeal fired him in another direction.
"Look here, you men," he shouted, his gaze running over plug-hat, swollen nose, seaman"s broad face, and the faces of the other suitors, "I"m Gideon Ward, of Smyrna, and I"ve been engaged to Miss Pharline Pike for fifteen years, and--"
"Then I don"t blame her for changing her mind, ye b.l.o.o.d.y landlubber!"
snorted the seaman, smacking his hand upon his folded paper.
"Being engaged signifies little in the courts of matrimony," said the decayed-looking man with dignity. "She has decided to choose another, and--"
Colonel Ward threw back his shoulders and faced them all with glittering eyes.
"I"d like to see the man that can step into this town and lug off the woman that"s promised to me," he raved. "Engagements don"t hold, hey? Then you come this way a week from to-day, and you"ll see Gideon Ward and Pharline Pike married as tight as a parson can tie the knot.
I mean it!" The excitement of the moment, his rage at interference in his affairs, his desire to triumph thus publicly over these strangers, had led him into the declaration.
The spinster gasped, but she came to him and trustfully put her hand on his arm.
"P"raps some can be put off by that bluff," said the man with the swollen nose, "but not me that has travelled. I"m here on business, and I"ve got the dockyments, and if there"s any shenanigan, then some one"s got to pay me my expenses, and for wear and tear." He waved a paper.
Ward leaped forward and s.n.a.t.c.hed the paper from his grasp.
"It"s about time for me to see what you"re flourishing round here promiskous, like a bill o" sale of these primises," he snarled.
"You can read it, and read it out jest as loud as you want to," said the man, coming forward and putting a grimy finger on a paragraph displayed prominently on the folded sheet of newspaper.
The Colonel took one look and choked. An officious neighbor grabbed away the paper when Ward made a sign as though to tuck it into his pocket.
"I"ll read it," said the neighbor. "Mebbe my eyesight is better"n yourn." Then he read, in shrill tones:
"NOTICE TO BACHELORS
"Unmarried maiden lady, smart and good-looking, desires good husband.
Has two-hundred-and-thirty-acre farm in good state of cultivation, well stocked, and will promise right party a home and much affection.
Apply on premises to Pharlina Pike, Smyrna."
"I never--I never--dadrat the liar that ever wrote that!" screamed the spinster.
"You see for yourself," said the man of the swollen nose, ignoring her disclaimer. "We"re here on business, and expect to be treated like business men--or expenses refunded to us."
But the Colonel roared wordlessly, like some angry animal, seized a pitchfork that was leaning against the side of the spinster"s ell, and charged the group of suitors. His mien was too furious. They fled, and fled far and forever.
"There"s some one," said Ward, returning into the yard and driving the fork-tines into the ground, "who has insulted Miss Pike. I"d give a thousand dollars to know who done that writin"."
Only bewildered stares met his furious gaze.
"I want you to understand," he went on, "that no one can drive me to git married till I"m ready. But I"m standin" here now and tellin"
the nosy citizens of this place that I"m ready to be married, and so"s she who is goin" to be my companion, and we"ll "tend to our own business in spite of the gossips of Smyrna. It"s for this day week!
I don"t want no more lyin" gossip about it. You"re gittin" it straight this time. It"s for this day week; no invitations, no cards, no flowers, no one"s durnation business. There, take that home and chaw on it. Pharline, let"s you and me go into the house."
"I reckon there"s witnesses enough to make that bindin"," muttered Cap"n Sproul under his breath.
He bent forward and tapped the Colonel on the arm as Ward was about to step upon the piazza.
"Who do ye suspect?" he whispered, hoa.r.s.ely.
It was a perfectly lurid gaze that his brother-in-law turned on him.
What clutched Ward"s arm was a grip like a vise. He glared into the Colonel"s eyes with light fully as lurid as that which met his gaze.
He spoke low, but his voice had the grating in it that is more ominous than vociferation.
"I thought I"d warn ye not to twit. My rheumaticks is a good deal better at this writin", and my mind ain"t so much occupied by other matters as it has been for a week or so. When you come home don"t talk northin" but business, jest as you natch"ally would to a brother-in-law and an equal pardner. That advice don"t cost northin", but it"s vallyble."
As Cap"n Sproul trudged home, his little wife"s arm tucked snugly in the hook of his own, he observed, soulfully:
"Mattermony, Louada Murilla--mattermony, it is a blessed state that it does the heart good to see folks git into as ought to git into it. As the poet says--um-m-m, well, it"s in that book on the settin"-room what-not. I"ll read it to ye when we git home."
V
Cap"n Aaron Sproul was posted that bright afternoon on the end of his piazza. He sat bolt upright and twiddled his gnarled thumbs nervously. His wife came out and sat down beside him.
"Where you left off, Cap"n," she prompted meekly, "was when the black, whirling cloud was coming and you sent the men up-stairs--"
"Aloft!" snapped Cap"n Sproul.
"I mean aloft--and they were unfastening the sails off the ropes, and--"
"Don"t talk of snuggin" a ship like you was takin" in a wash," roared the ship-master, in sudden and ungallant pa.s.sion. It was the first impatient word she had received from him in that initial, cozy year of their marriage. Her mild brown eyes swam in tears as she looked at him wonderingly.
"I--I haven"t ever seen a ship or the sea, but I"m trying so hard to learn, and I love so to hear you talk of the deep blue ocean. It was what first attracted me to you." Her tone was almost a whimper.
But her meekness only seemed to increase the Cap"n"s impatience.
"You haven"t seemed to be like your natural self for a week," she complained, wistfully. "You haven"t seemed to relish telling me stories of the sea and your narrow escapes. You haven"t even seemed to relish vittles and the scenery. Oh, haven"t you been weaned from the sea yet, Aaron?"