Uncle Peter meant the new automatic piano in the parlour. As far as the new cabinet was from the what-not this modern bit of mechanism was from the old cottage organ--the latter with its "Casket of Household Melodies" and the former with its perforated paper repertoire of "The World"s Best Music," ranging without prejudice from Beethoven"s Fifth Symphony to "I Never Did Like a n.i.g.g.e.r Nohow," by a composer who shall be unnamed on this page.
"And Uncle Peter won"t have any one to bother him when he makes a litter with all those old plans and estimates and maps of his," said Psyche; "you"ll be able to do a lot more work, Uncle Peter, this winter."
"Yes, only I ain"t got any more work to do than I ever had, and I always managed to do that, no matter how you did clean up after me and mix up my papers. I"m like old n.i.g.g.e.r Pomeroy. He was doin" a job of whitewashin" one day, and he had an old whitewash brush with most of the hair gone out of it. I says to him, "Pomeroy, why don"t you get you a new brush? you could do twice as much work." And Pomeroy says, "That"s right, Mr. Bines, but the trouble is I ain"t got twice as much work to do." So don"t you folks get out on _my_ account," he concluded, politely.
"And you know we shall be in mourning," said Psyche to her brother.
"I"ve thought of that. We can"t do any entertaining, except of the most informal kind, and we can"t go out, except very informally; but, then, you know, there aren"t many people that have us on their lists, and while we"re keeping quiet we shall have a chance to get acquainted a little."
"I hear they do have dreadful times with help in New York," said Mrs.
Bines.
"Don"t let that bother you, ma," her son rea.s.sured her. "We"ll go to the Hightower Hotel, first. You remember you and pa were there when it first opened. It"s twice as large now, and we"ll take a suite, have our meals served privately, our own servants provided by the hotel, and you won"t have a thing to worry you. We"ll be snug there for the winter.
Then for the summer we"ll go to Newport, and when we come back from there we"ll take a house. Meantime, after we"ve looked around a bit, we"ll build, maybe up on one of those fine corners east of the Park."
"I almost dread it," his mother rejoined. "I never _did_ see how they kept track of all the help in that hotel, and if it"s twice as monstrous now, however _do_ they do it--and have the beds all made every day and the meals always on time?"
"And you can _get_ meals there," said Percival.
"I"ve been needing a broiled lobster all summer--and now the oysters will be due--fine fat Buzzard"s Bays--and oyster crabs."
"He ain"t been able to touch a morsel out here," observed Uncle Peter, with a palpably false air of concern. "I got all worried up about him, barely peckin" at a crumb or two."
"I never could learn to eat those oysters out of their sh.e.l.ls," Mrs.
Bines confessed. "They taste so much better out of the can. Once we had them raw and on two of mine were those horrid little green crabs, actually squirming. I was going to send them back, but your pa laughed and ate them himself--ate them alive and kicking."
"And terrapin!" exclaimed Percival, with antic.i.p.atory relish.
"That terrapin stew does taste kind of good," his mother admitted, "but, land"s sakes! it has so many little bits of bones in it I always get nervous eating it. It makes me feel as if all my teeth was coming out."
"You"ll soon learn all those things, ma," said her daughter--"and not to talk to the waiters, and everything like that. She always asks them how much they earn, and if they have a family, and how many children, and if any of them are sick, you know," she explained to Percival.
"And I s"pose you ain"t much of a hand fur smokin" cigarettes, are you, ma?" inquired Uncle Peter, casually.
"Me!" exclaimed Mrs. Bines, in horror; "I never smoked one of the nasty little things in my life."
"Son," said the old man to Percival, reproachfully, "is that any way to treat your own mother? Here she"s had all this summer to learn cigarette smokin", and you ain"t put her at it--all that time wasted, when you _know_ she"s got to learn. Get her one now so she can light up."
"Why, Uncle Peter Bines, how absurd!" exclaimed his granddaughter.
"Well, them ladies smoked the other day, and they was some of the reg"ler original van Vanvans. You don"t want your poor ma kep" out of the game, do you? Goin" to let her set around and toy with the coppers, or maybe keep cases now and then, are you? Or, you goin" to get her a stack of every colour and let her play with you? Pish, now, havin" been to a "Frisco seminary--she can pick it up, prob"ly in no time; but ma ought to have practice here at home, so she can find out what brand she likes best. Now, Marthy, them Turkish cigarettes, in a nice silver box with some naked ladies painted on the outside, and your own monogram "M.B." in gold letters on every cigarette--"
"Don"t let him scare you, ma," Percival interrupted. "You"ll get into the game all right, and I"ll see that you have a good time."
"Only I hope the First M.E. Church of Montana City never hears of her outrageous cuttin"s-up," said Uncle Peter, as if to himself. "They"d have her up and church her, sure--smokin" cigarettes with her gold monogram on, at _her_ age!" "And of course we must go to the Episcopal church there," said Psyche. "I think those Episcopal ministers are just the smartest looking men ever. So swell looking, and anyway it"s the only church the right sort of people go to. We must be awfully high church, too. It"s the very best way to know nice people."
"I s"pose if every day"d be Sunday by-and-bye, like the old song says, it"d be easier fur you, wouldn"t it?" asked the old man. "You and Petie would be 401 and 402 in jest no time at all."
Uncle Peter continued to be perversely frivolous about the most exclusive metropolitan society in the world. But Uncle Peter was a crabbed old man, lingering past his generation, and the young people made generous allowance for his infirmities.
"Only there"s one thing," said his sister to Percival, when later they were alone, "we must be careful about ma; she _will_ persist in making such dreadful breaks, in spite of everything I can do. In San Francisco last June, just before we went to Steaming Springs, there was one hot day, and of course everybody was complaining. Mrs. Beale remarked that it wasn"t the heat that bothered us so, but the humidity. It was so damp, you know. Ma spoke right up so everybody could hear her, and said, "Yes; isn"t the humidity dreadful? Why, it"s just running off me from every pore!""
CHAPTER XIII.
The Argonauts Return to the Rising Sun
It was mid-October. The two saddle-horses and a team for carriage use had been shipped ahead. In the private car the little party was beginning its own journey Eastward. From the rear platform they had watched the tall figure of Uncle Peter Bines standing in the bright autumn sun, aloof from the band of kerchief-waving friends, the droop of his head and shoulders showing the dejection he felt at seeing them go. He had resisted all entreaties to accompany them.
His last injunction to Percival had been to marry early.
"I know your stock and I know _you_" he said; "and you got no call to be rangin" them pastures without a brand. You never was meant fur a maverick. Only don"t let the first woman that comes ridin" herd get her iron on you. No man knows much about the critters, of course, but I"ve noticed a few things in my time. You pick one that"s full-chested, that"s got a fairish-sized nose, and that likes cats. The full chest means she"s healthy, the nose means she ain"t finicky, and likin" cats means she"s kind and honest and unselfish. Ever notice some women when a cat"s around? They pretend to like "em and say "Nice kitty!" but you can see they"re viewin" "em with bitter hate and suspicion. If they have to stroke "em they do it plenty gingerly and you can see "em shudderin" inside like. It means they"re catty themselves. But when one grabs a cat up as if she was goin" to eat it and cuddles it in her neck and talks baby-talk to it, you play her fur bein" sound and true. Pa.s.s up the others, son.
"And speakin" of the fair s.e.x," he added, as he and Percival were alone for a moment, "that enterprisin" lady we settled with is goin" to do one thing you"ll approve of.
"She"s goin"," he continued, in answer to Percival"s look of inquiry, "to take her bank-roll to New York. She says it"s the only place fur folks with money, jest like you say. She tells Coplen that there wa"n"t any fit society out here at all,--no advantages fur a lady of capacity and ambitions. I reckon she"s goin" to be 403 all right."
"Seems to me she did pretty well here; I don"t see any kicks due her."
"Yes, but she"s like all the rest. The West was good enough to make her money in, but the East gets her when spendin" time comes."
As the train started he swung himself off with a sad little "Be good to yourself!"
"Thank the Lord we"re under way at last!" cried Percival, fervently, when the group at the station had been shut from view. "Isn"t it just heavenly!" exclaimed his sister.
"Think of having all of New York you want--being at home there--and not having to look forward to this desolation of a place."
Mrs. Bines was neither depressed nor elated. She was maintaining that calm level of submission to fate which had been her lifelong habit. The journey and the new life were to be undertaken because they formed for her the line of least resistance along which all energy must flow. Had her children elected to camp for the remainder of their days in the centre of the desert of Gobi, she would have faced that life with as little sense of personal concern and with no more misgivings.
Down out of the maze of hills the train wound; and then by easy grades after two days of travel down off the great plateau to where the plains of Nebraska lay away to a far horizon in brown billows of withered gra.s.s.
Then came the crossing of the sullen, sluggish Missouri, that highway of an earlier day to the great Northwest; and after that the better wooded and better settled lands of Iowa and Illinois.
"Now we"re getting where Christians live," said Percival, with warm appreciation.
"Why, Percival," exclaimed his mother, reprovingly, "do you mean to say there aren"t any Christians in Montana City? How you talk! There are lots of good Christian people there, though I must say I have my doubts about that new Christian Science church they started last spring." "The term, Mrs. Thorndike, was used in its social rather than its theological significance," replied her son, urbanely. "Far be it from me to impugn the religion of that community of which we are ceasing to be integers at the pleasing rate of sixty miles an hour. G.o.d knows they need their faith in a different kind of land hereafter!"
And even Mrs. Bines was not without a sense of quiet and rest induced by the gentler contours of the landscape through which they now sped.
"The country here does seem a lot cosier," she admitted.
The hills rolled away amiably and rea.s.suringly; the wooded slopes in their gay colouring of autumn invited confidence. Here were no forbidding stretches of the grey alkali desert, no grim bare mountains, no solitude of desolation. It was a kind land, fat with riches. The shorn yellow fields, the capacious red barns, the well-conditioned homes, all told eloquently of peace and plenty. So, too, did the villages--those lively little clearing-houses for immense farming districts. To the adventurer from New York they seem always new and crude. To our travellers from a newer, cruder region they were actually aesthetic in their suggestions of an old and well-established civilisation.
In due time they were rattling over a tangled maze of switches, dodging interminable processions of freight-cars, barely missing crowded pa.s.senger trains whose bells struck clear and then flatted as the trains flew by; defiling by narrow water-ways, crowded with small shipping; winding through streets lined with high, gloomy warehouses, amid the clang and clatter, the strangely-sounding bells and whistles of a thousand industries, each sending up its just contribution of black smoke to the pall that lay always spread above; and steaming at last into a great roomy shed where all was system, and where the big engine trembled and panted as if in relief at having run in safety a gantlet so hazardous.